Valentines Day/ Single Awareness Day/ Forever Alone Party Day

(forever alone party day = fap day, which is very inappropriate but I thought it appropriate to include)

Happy whatever day you celebrate! I know I'm a day late but hey, I had plans yesterday ;)

Vday was relatively fun. I got a crap load of candy from my friends which is still rotting in my schoolbag. After like a week or two of Lindor truffles my stomach can't stand the common taste of Snickers and Milkyways. Speaking of which, I guzzled down like 4 bags of white choc truffles under the pretense of drowning my sorrows in sugar (really just greedy) and now I have 3 or 5 bags still sitting in my fridge that I'm too turned off to touch.

I also got a very cute, very soft and cuddly, unwashed, plush dog from a sweetheart that is currently spreading germs on my bed. <3

The sad side of Valentines was that my hopes were brought up up up all the way till ^^^^ here, and then some idiotic liar decided to jump on them and they went crashing down into a million pieces. It's quite a pathetic story so I'll just leave it.

Oh and I got carnations! I was supposed to get 2 more but my extremely trustable friends couldn't get any money so :\ At least I have two. One red and one pink. Last year my carnations lasted all the way till May, and even then they were still standing just that they were half rotted and letting out this malodorous stench that attracted quite the number of bugs.

I must admit Valentines Day is much more enjoyable in America. Walmart is up top on the Holidays man. 2 days before Vday they cleared out their pink heart stock and replaced it with clucking rabbits and PEEPS!

Alright. Happy Easter everyone! And if you were alone on Vday, fret not. You'll always be the top trending topic in the Twitter feed of my heart. Muah!

Growing Up

The transformation from a doe- eyed child to realist adult with aching bones and an ice- cold heart is complicated. 

What a child learns from others is just the physical process. Puberty, crazy hormones and pimple breakouts. 

I believe that the moment childish innocence is overtaken by the cruel realisation of the world is when a child learns to accept pain. 

It can start small. Like a deodorant bottle striking a knuckle of a toe and the urge to scream, to cry, to kick out in frustration is quenched. Then an inch becomes a foot, and the foots stack to form a road a mile long. It becomes choking tears back and clawing at clothes at a loved one's funeral. It becomes bleeding lips and furrowed brows under the spittle of an unreasonable teacher. And the child begins to accept not just their own pain but others' as well. It is a listening ear and consoling pats on the back. Then finally, to complete the process, an ability to use pain against the enemy is honed.

And now she joins the ranks of the mature. 

Charter

Okay so yesterday I blogged about receiving my acceptance letter to Charter. Well here's an entire post dedicated to it.

So basically I'm talking about Charter School of Wilmington (o.O all rules of cyber safety has just been defenestrated. ahh love uselessly complicated words). It's a "prestigious" (pretty sure that's an incorrect term but idgaff because it's midnight and I'm too lazy to go search up) high school for kids with an aptitude towards the mathematics and sciences. Essentially the "smart" kids lah.

You have to take a diagnostic test and if you pass you get placed into a pool from which your name will be drawn ala lottery. Most go onto the waiting list but I got directly accepted woohoo! There's also factors of priorities involved but that's all bs that I'm too lazy to elaborate so...

I GOT ACCEPTED YAY! I only know of 2 other people who were directly accepted in my school, and 20+ students tried so I'm pretty lucky I guess. :D

Uhh. Let's end this off awkwardly...

I just want you to shut up

Ophuecus is pissing me off. All she ever does is complain and complain. The minute she comes home from school she starts to pick a fight. I spend an hour cooking and she criticizes my cooking even though she doesn't even know how to boil water. She can't even throw away tea bag packets and instead leaves them strewn around the kitchen table as if we're her maids.

She buys so much shit and never uses them. Every favour she bestows as if it's a gift of God. And when she comes to apologise every word is in defense. 

What a bitch.

Google Chrome and Acceptance Letters

I cannot believe how dumb I was to stick with IE for such  a long time. I actually downloaded GC for blogspot and up til 3 weeks ago it was the primary website.

But dayum. GC is so much better than IE. It's faster and doesn't crash every 4 minutes.

But anyway, I GOT MY CHARTER ACCEPTANCE LETTER! I'm pretty sure this is the first time Charter has been mentioned anywhere on this blog so I'll elaborate on another day when it's not midnight and when school is not approaching in less than 5 hours.
BUT YESS!!!

Towers of cards

It's each word I say that I think twice and thrice
And carefully place them on the precarious tower
Each word calculated to make just the right impression

But you.
You make my hands tremble.
You make my voice waver and my face burn scarlet.
It's each time I attempt that I screw up and you smile

And I'm needling and carving
Hoping for memories that stick
Calm and collected all gone
All up in the flames you set