day: thirty eight to forty one

That's four days since I haven't blogged due to my immense laziness starting school. I guess I don't have anything to blog about because I forgot them all. But I'll try my best:

day: thirty eight
Looking back at my school timetable I now remember: it was a boring day. Actually, I didn't really need it. But this day was more boring than usual. I met my teachers who never taught me before (at least one of them actually bothered to try to learn my name, or at least tried to be nice to the quiet shy kid in class). Science felt a tad different than usual. I mean, new class, new everything. Last year my class was a bit rotten, but that always happens in school. This year, my class is actually decent. I mean, they do muck around a bit but let's face it, it's a boy's school. I guess that's why it's boring this year. Or maybe it's the excessive note taking we're doing? I don't actually mind it, though, I think it's a new responsibility we need to take on. A useful one. I really don't want to do religion this year. I have a feeling I'm going to have to actually do work in religion. I'm a buddhist kid at a catholic school. I don't even visit the temple that often. So religion isn't my forte.

day: thirty nine
Japanese class that day! I mean, that's the class I look forward to. Even though there's 5 students (I know, extremely small class that can basically fit on one whole table), I know them all (except one of them, because he's new, and I'd love to make friends with him because, hey, I should be more social this year!) and I feel that even though everyone can hear me, I can say what I want and have my opinions respected (to a certain degree). It's quite fun talking and chatting while doing work. That's what I love about Japanese classes: Japanese teachers are almost always nice. And commerce for last period. What really bugs me is the hormonal levels of adolescent males. I wouldn't call a chick in a tight black dress with heels as 'hot' immediately. At least they have her attention. Commerce is actually quite hard. It's a lot of reading, mainly because I have absolutely zilch experience in economic knowledge whatsoever. Tutor that night wasn't so bad either. I wish I could talk and make friends with them, but it's awkward because it's a private tutor and the teacher's right next to you.

day: forty
IT'S FRIDAY FRIDAY. I could type out the whole lyrics of the whole song if you'd like but my blog posts are long enough. School was draining and boring. I still feel singled out with everyone and that they're talking behind my back. I haven't caught them, but I swear I've heard my name being mentioned in conversations and I know that they're just being nice to me in face because they don't want to hurt me. I feel hopeless that people would need to do that to me. But to other matters, guitar was pretty fun, then lifeguard was actually quite enjoyable. I did feel quite uncomfortable talking to this obnoxious kid that puts his arm over my shoulders too much. But nonetheless, it was tiring, but really fun. OH! And I also watched 500 Days of Summer that night on TV. I never got the chance to watch that movie and I thought it was so sad. If I wasn't around with my parents I would have cried, no joke. But movies always grab me by the heart and rip it out so I guess that's normal. Normal from my standards, not any other guy's standards. Of course.

day: forty one
Which is today! Vietnamese school wasn't so bad today. Last week I really struggled with the work but this week I found it at least bearable. I'm not saying that it was easy, just easi-er. But there's this thing going on between us and the other people in our class. I really don't like the rivalry though. We're jealous and dumb and they're smart and pedantic. You get the story. I hope it doesn't turn into something ugly. Then I went to tutor and me and my friend told each other how we both watched 500 Days of Summer the night before and how we wrote it down as one of our answers for english homework.

Now for the morals:
• Writing really really long blog entries are BAD
• The less rowdy the class, the more boring
• I'm sorry, but teacher student romantic relationship is illegal, sorry.
• Fridays are tiring
• Saturdays are even more tiring
• Maybe it's just because I needed to catch up on my blog