Friday, August 25, 2006
I Continue To Write A Diary despiteallodds (2)
*resigned tone*
Dear Diary,
So sian.
So now I gotta tell you why having a messy classroom is so much more beneficial for its occupants than having a spanking clean classroom.
1) Well there's gotta be some kind of good reason for why a clean classroom is described as 'spanking' right? Maybe a long long time ago the King of Mess discovered his son had destroyed his kingdom. So he had no more kingdom left and was forced to abdicate, and it wasn't a very happy thing to do so he found a new favourite pastime other than rumpling bedsheets and scattering books: spanking his son.
2) It allows Nat to find "spare clothes" in the classroom when she suddenly suffers from a drastic loss of memory and forgets that there is PE that day. The Magical Trash Heap at the back of the class can always procure something for needy people.
3) Other people lose stuff at the Magical Trash Heap due to its influential pull on everything that the people sitting at the back of the class need. ^^ Fyi to the rest of the peeps in 2T; there's a spare science textbook at the back of the class.
4) It allows the three people sitting at the back to harbour the very faint hope
that the pile of white laundry is going to amazingly separate itself into three parts and thus save them from evil science lab teachers who absolutely require lab coats during icky experiments like for example I'm not going to say. (Remember to establish that a faint hope is always better than utter despondency. Ever heard of the Cult of Daoism? The three people subsribe to it.)
5) It allows the occupants of the classroom to conveniently while away five minutes of a period listening to reprimands on the subject of artistically distributed rubbish.
6) It differentiates the class from the class next door.
7) It allows one sublime moment of the at-peace-with-the-world feeling, when you dig through the Magical Trash Heap and find a long-lost, much-needed, my-life-depends-on-whether-I-can-find-that-stupid-thing thing.
Oh yeah. Speaking of spare clothing within a classroom, and then linking it to PE attire in more specific terms, and then in particular those PE shorts I lent off to Nat, I HEREBY DECLARE FRIDAYS TO BE SHORTLESS DAYS.
No no, it doesn't mean that I have overcome my vertical challenges. Shortless as in literally, you don't have shorts.
Up to date, I have suffered THREE days with a lively little wind whipping up my skirt around and up, and upper, and upper, and uppest, and then you don't want to know what you're going to see if I don't hurriedly pull it back down again and stuff it between my legs in a most ungraceful manner.
Oh well. If the 2G peeps wanna wear shorts freshly stripped off a bottom, I'm perfectly fine with it. And I will be at peace with the world, doubt not.
=Another Shortless Day=
the Darkening Dawn
Dear Diary,
So sian.
So now I gotta tell you why having a messy classroom is so much more beneficial for its occupants than having a spanking clean classroom.
1) Well there's gotta be some kind of good reason for why a clean classroom is described as 'spanking' right? Maybe a long long time ago the King of Mess discovered his son had destroyed his kingdom. So he had no more kingdom left and was forced to abdicate, and it wasn't a very happy thing to do so he found a new favourite pastime other than rumpling bedsheets and scattering books: spanking his son.
2) It allows Nat to find "spare clothes" in the classroom when she suddenly suffers from a drastic loss of memory and forgets that there is PE that day. The Magical Trash Heap at the back of the class can always procure something for needy people.
3) Other people lose stuff at the Magical Trash Heap due to its influential pull on everything that the people sitting at the back of the class need. ^^ Fyi to the rest of the peeps in 2T; there's a spare science textbook at the back of the class.
4) It allows the three people sitting at the back to harbour the very faint hope
that the pile of white laundry is going to amazingly separate itself into three parts and thus save them from evil science lab teachers who absolutely require lab coats during icky experiments like for example I'm not going to say. (Remember to establish that a faint hope is always better than utter despondency. Ever heard of the Cult of Daoism? The three people subsribe to it.)
5) It allows the occupants of the classroom to conveniently while away five minutes of a period listening to reprimands on the subject of artistically distributed rubbish.
6) It differentiates the class from the class next door.
7) It allows one sublime moment of the at-peace-with-the-world feeling, when you dig through the Magical Trash Heap and find a long-lost, much-needed, my-life-depends-on-whether-I-can-find-that-stupid-thing thing.
Oh yeah. Speaking of spare clothing within a classroom, and then linking it to PE attire in more specific terms, and then in particular those PE shorts I lent off to Nat, I HEREBY DECLARE FRIDAYS TO BE SHORTLESS DAYS.
No no, it doesn't mean that I have overcome my vertical challenges. Shortless as in literally, you don't have shorts.
Up to date, I have suffered THREE days with a lively little wind whipping up my skirt around and up, and upper, and upper, and uppest, and then you don't want to know what you're going to see if I don't hurriedly pull it back down again and stuff it between my legs in a most ungraceful manner.
Oh well. If the 2G peeps wanna wear shorts freshly stripped off a bottom, I'm perfectly fine with it. And I will be at peace with the world, doubt not.
=Another Shortless Day=
the Darkening Dawn
-+Darkening Dawn+-dreamingat >>6:05 PM