04 x 02 = 08!

There’s a girl at my school who doesn’t want people to know she exists. Which is a shame since she’s pretty cute. Being invisible isn’t all that great. Sure people leave you alone and few bother you, but it gets tiring after a while. A by a while I mean about a year. I know this for a fact, since I’ve been invisible for roughly 6 years now. Only recently have I tried to become visible to others around me. It’s not working too well though. I don’t know why anyone would want to be invisible. If you cry for help, how can people help someone they can’t see?

Don’t fool around with Hydrochloric Acid and mix it around with Sodium Sulfate. Not only does it smell horrible but it also burns the insides of your nose and mouth. And everyone around you as well.

I’ve been very sleepy these past few days. I like sleeping. Do you? Everyone who loves sleep raise their hands. Those of you who didn’t are probably sleeping right now. Sleep is good. It’s relaxing. Very. I want to sleep some more, but unfortunately, I’ve got things to do called homework. And a lot of it. Which doesn’t really help with my desire to sleep. I work on homework and go to sleep late. Wake up later, go to school, where I can’t concentrate due to lack of sleep, come home, spend more time trying to remember what went on at school, work on homework and go to sleep later than the day before. It’s an annoying cycle. I can sometimes break that cycle, but it involves me skipping the homework bit of it. Which isn’t that great since I’ll have twice as much the next day. Darn.

Tomorrow is Thursday. Which means I have a club meeting at lunch. I like my club, but sometimes, I just want to eat lunch and fool around with my friends. Speaking to your club makes you feel like a teacher. No one listens to you. You just stand there in the front of the classroom and talk away about future this,  plans that, activities whatnot and everyone just kinda gazes in your general direction. All you can do is hope they remember. If not, you send out emails and hope they read them. If worst comes to worst, you go to your teacher, pat them on the shoulder, look them in the eye and tell him or her that you understand how they feel.

I have to stop slouching. People keep commenting about it. I guess it’s because they’re worried that I might develop some back problems later in life. But later in life, the most I’ll be doing is sitting in my cubicle, typing away at business reports and Excel documents for ten-twelve hours a day for maybe $60,000 a month. Which doesn’t sound all that bad right now, but it’ll be killer for my weight. Hm. Maybe I can invent a workout machine for business people. Lose weight while sitting in your cubicle. That’d be odd, but then again, this is a consumer society. And in a consumer society, someone somewhere is deciding how soft toilet paper should feel on your butt. Or so my friend says…

Now, for the quote of the day: “At least I have better boobs than you!”