Ramblings of a geek.

Boring.

Yes.

I'm not lying.

Boring… Oh yes, I'm being completely honest…

ARRRGGGGHHHH I HATE SO MUCH STUFF RIGHT NOW I NEED TO KILL SOMETHING

Ok… Ok… Right… Right…

My… MOM (yes more azn moms).

I failed my physics test by 2.5 marks. There were many reasons for this.

1. The teacher didn't didn't us properly.
2. I've been falling asleep in class more frequently.
3. The teacher didn't tell us which topics were going to be tested, only the topic numbers. But we don't know which number was what!

But the best was…

4. THE TEACHER WAS ABSENT FOR AN ENTIRE WEEK BEFORE THE TEST AND FAILED TO TEACH US AN ENTIRE TOPIC.

-hands twitching-

So I tried explaining it to mommy. Not only did she totally NOT understand (we had NO IDEA that that topic was coming out), she actually used the usual " YOU COULD HAVE PRE-EMPTED IT" argument.

NO WE HAVE NO FOREKNOWLEDGE AND NO THE TOPIC IS NOT EASY FOR US BECAUSE WE'RE ALREADY SO BAD AT PHYSICS.

So that's the primary reason why I haven't been on. I'm on today because my dad decided to give me a break and leave his laptop at home for me to play with.

But, seriously… GROUNDING ME NEVER DID SOLVE ANYTHING as some may have deduced from a number of my "I've been grounded" blogs in the past. Yes I'm motivated to study. At least, motivated by the desire not to leave for a shitty school in two years' time with the same shitty bunch.

I'm stressed enough in school (because I know I'm really bad at my subject yet no amount of studying seems to make it any better), and I'm getting no encouragement from my mom whatsoever. She calls me an idiot so much I zone out all her unhelpful opinions… She screams and yells at the SLIGHTEST provocation (including forgetting to push in the piano chair) and any remark my teacher makes which even remotely resembles a negative one, she BLOWS IT UP TO EPIC PROPORTIONS.

Must… Shoot…

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I want a sharp longsword (I want this one so badly). And do this at least once before I die.

FOR MUSICIANS ON VUTALES

Edit: Oops! Meant to spoiler this. D; Don't want too much boring stuff taking up too much space.

Was just listening to J. du Pre again just now, and well, this just make me want to buck up on my cello and burn it at the same time. If you play cello, you'll be able to appreciate how insanely awesome this playing is.

For violinists:

I love Perlman too.

I really want to try to do this in my next piano recital… But no one wants to do it with me, for obvious reasons of sheer difficulty and epicness.

Seriously, it's EPIC.

END MUSICIANS' CORNER

Added very recently: OMG WTF BBQ SAUCE, I found this one on the internets.

Nigerian police hold 'magic' goat over attempted car theft ?!!!

Basically, two criminals escaped from some vigilante men, who reported that one of them… Turned into a goat…

It happened in January and I have no idea how I missed this. @.@

I want to get in this school so badly. It has all the subjects I like!… Besides sculpting, but that could be fun.

But… I dunno. I can't paint for nuts, can only work with pencils.

Well hey ho, who the hell wants a pencil person? ._.

-scraps dream-

Speaking of dreams, I had another dream last night.

—

The train's lights flickered and wavered, the shadow-cast cabin rumbling along the tracks.

There were about five passengers in the cabin, one of which was sitting down, reading despite the lack of proper lighting, a sword propped against the wall to her right. The others were standing, and from the girl's view, they looked like mere silhouettes.

There was no moon to illuminate the forest the train was speeding through. No animals were seen, either. The only light for miles around were the dying lights in this train.

Train to where? The girl knew not. And for some reason, she didn't much care. It would end someday. And that's all that matters.

The girl closed the book as she finished the final page, gently sliding it into her sling bag. She picked up her sword, walking past the standing figures towards the stairwell.

As the door closed behind her, all of the men rushed to fight for the only seat on the train.

—

The bottom floor of the train was not much better than the cabins in ways of lighting. Still dark and dimly lit.

'Well, nothing cheery ever happens around here,' the skeleton said, adjusting his suit. 'A wonder why I'm here at all.'

'We're insane,' the hobo replied in exasperation, leaning against his food cart. 'That's why. What a dreadful train, this. It never seems to stop.'

Light cracked through the darkness as the entrance opened. The pair watched as the silhouette of the girl with the sword strode into the near-empty, dark hall.

'Wondrous! A guest finally tires of the monotony upstairs!' The skeleton chirped, clapping his hands twice. 'Wondrous indeed!'

The girl cocked her head. 'I finished my 4000th book since I got onto this train,' she said in a rather dull voice, as if it had not been used for some time.

At that, the hobo barked a harsh laugh. '4000! You really have no life! Just like all of us. Yes, yes, some tea, to celebrate our state of no-life-ness,' he said, reaching into his cart to pick out a flask of hot water and packets of tea.

'If I had books, I'd read too,' the skeleton sighed. 'But I don't. How depressing.'

'If you can be killed, I'd kill you,' the girl said.

'And I'd help,' the hobo said through gritted teeth as he started the challenging, almost impossible task of pouring hot water into a cup with only one arm.

'Yes, yes, everyone wants me dead. But alas, I'm already dead! How so amusing–'

'Shut up and drink up!' The hobo declared, balancing all three cups on his lone arm.

'Ooh, that was fast,' the girl remarked.

The skeleton discarded all his words at the heavenly sight of tea. Together with the girl, he reached over and drank deep, not feeling the drink as it poured through his hollow skeletal structure and stained his pants.

'Ahh! Delightful drink! I would want one more, if I had actual organs!' He said triumphantly.

'Well, so, how long have we been riding on this miserable train?' The hobo asked as soon as they were done, tossing the cups into a compartment in the cart.

'I can't feel the passage of time any better than you do,' the skeleton said miserably.

'One book for every year, me thinks. How long is one year?' The girl asked, leaning on her sword.

'Wasn't it… I don't know, a thousand million of my heartbeats? Ma said so.' The skeleton said.

'Well in that case, no years have passed, because that guy has no beating heart,' the hobo said, gesturing at the skeleton's ribcage.

'What? Well, I don't know, I'm still alive, and I'm not… Technically I'm not, but I don't know, I'm still walking and talking and drinking tea. Maybe I have a heart and maybe I don't, but probably–'

The girl turned to the skeleton. 'I can find out the easy way,' she said, sliding her sword free of the scabbard.

'Well… Well! By all means,' he said, spreading his arms wide after the initial deliberation.

The girl brought her sword down to cleave through the skeleton, rending him into two, neck to knee. The sound of splintering bones filled the air… And yet, the feeling of the sword was as if it had chopped through flesh. She glanced at the hobo in confusion.

The hobo shrugged, continuing to watch as the top half of the skeleton tumbled down the stairs behind him, while his lower body stayed rooted where he stood a moment ago. It glanced back at the girl, licking its lips.

'Well,' his voice echoed through the hall, 'I think I'm still alive.'

The hobo and the girl swung their gazes to stare at the remains of the skeleton's torso.

Beneath them, the train's wheels halted.

—–

Then I woke up.

-abruptendingftw-