Being growing up changes a lot about how you think, but it hasn't changed mine about April Fool though, since I always think that it's a stupid occasion (no offense). So today is another typical day for me, still. Except the fact I received all my result papers (no, don't bug me for my results, I don't tell xoxo) and that I'm in for the English Oral "presentation" thingy (which is sort of stupid), and oh, that I watched my best bud went for her Chinese Oral debate and I as the audience sort of voiced my opinion against her, and we're cool, since I'm sort of forced by the teacher to give actual opinion since no one in my class wanted to do that. So yeah, basically it's like that.
Not that those were what I'm going to talk about (or write about) in this post, since these have nothing to do with my tittle. Just that, in my last post I was complaining (when the hell I wasn't complaining?) about my stupid, lame, old school, cliche story line. And just when I thought, oh yeah, I don't have to worry about that since the teacher will choose one for me and I'll just suck it up and move on and stuff, BUT (horror music, please), the teacher just walked over and whispered (okay, she's not whispering, but her voice was so tiny that you'll have the wrong impression) to me that I need to choose one of the two stories I wrote to enter the competition. I froze at there and almost chocked on my saliva. Seriously? The whole point I gave her two of my stories was that she could do the horrible CHOOSING part for me, instead of the other way round.
Oh, and did I mention that she commented on both my stories in just one sentence? That my first story about the FBI thingy (sorry, but I seriously can't get Criminal Minds out of my head) not to mention the serial killer who pulled off victim tongues because of his dead, mute mother, is kinda bloody and violent (??? I seriously don't get it since I don't think I really describe the horrible scene down to the very last detail to make it actually violent and scary since I had a 3000-word limit, hello?) and my other story about the twins thingy (cliche, again) was constructed in a good way but the story line was too boring because she could already guess the ending and that didn't help in the "surprise" and "suspense" part to draw readers to the end of my story and blah blah blah. Guess I just wrote all of that in one long sentence, huh.
And then, she left it all to me. It's like telling me that I have two babies and I can only choose my favorite and throw the other in the bin or something. Close enough. It's so HARD to make this sort of choices. That's why, CHOICES ARE BRUTAL!!!!!!!! And of course, insane. Since my head is about to split into two right now (also contributed by the fact that I'm wasting my time nagging in here instead of studying or bathing or--wait, did I mention that I haven't bathe? IGNORE THAT) and if that really happens, I'm going crazy since I don't know how to sew them back.
So, I'm actually going to ask sotong to print out both stories (my printer ran out of ink by now) and give the class to read tomorrow and ask them to vote on the story they like better so I can just go straight without even thinking through and through till my brain cells all died and the fluid all dried up. Tee-Hee (too much nigahiga, can't blame me).
If I'm not this confused and frustrated, and both of these stories aren't wrote by me, I'd just say: Hell, go with your guts. DO what your GUTS tell you so. The thing is, when these sort of thing happen to yourself, all these words are just bullshit. I mean it. (Harsh language? Ugh).
What I'd like to say to myself now is: Be Happy, Grab a Cookie.
(though I don't have cookie at home, since my mom said I'm fat enough to quit cookies and all those high calories stuff)
PS: To all the stalkers I actually know in real life out there-- I KNOW YOU ARE WATCHING ME AND REPORTING THIS TO MY MOM THIS VERY SECOND. Only that she doesn't really pick up her phone, much. And that she won't get work up, period.
Anyway, laters. (Oops, fifty much?)
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