Busy Like a Pig
My favourite simile is now, “[insert event] like a pig.” Raining like pigs, fat like a pig, wet like a pig, empty like a pig, farting like a pig and so on. It sounds so right, like “like a pig” really emphasizes what I’m trying to say. You irritating like a pig lah.
Lizard hid a secret from us for a whole month. Such an important secret that when I discovered it, I whacked her. What the hell man?! I thought we were gonna grow old and get our next boyfriends only in junior college. I guess that’s just my own plan.
The worst thing was that I met him, but I didn’t know it was him. I poked Lizard and said, “Need to pee!” and went to the toilet without getting a good look at him.
Curse my untimely bladder.
I’m still pretty pissed by the chemistry teacher thing. I really need help in chemistry, but yet the best teachers go to the best classes. Hello, our name’s 4C, and we’re dying in sciences, help please.
I feel like shit for not blogging as often. Honestly, schedules are packed all the way up to my eyes, I barely have time to blog. How do those people do it? Anyways, I’ll properly continue this post when I have the time. For now, it’s beauty sleep time.