NOBODY EXPECTS...

Yeah, I had one hell of a day, wandering around school, bursting out "NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION" to people who stared at me and my Sombrero for a bit too long.

My original plan was to have people planted around the school having random conversations with people, and when I came along, they would say "I didn't expect some kind of a Spanish inquisition..." at which point I would bust in and say my line. Oh well, 'twas fun anyway.

So, you know, it's still halloweeen, but guess what?

Yeah.

I have a biology test tomorrow. !@#!#!@#!#$!

This is the THIRD CONSECUTIVE YEAR WHERE THEY'VE HAD A BIO TEST THE DAY AFTER HALLOWEEN. What the hell. It's like a tradition: It started in grade ten with Ms. Likins, grade eleven with Ms Tram and NOW grade twelve with Mr Reiss, who is the toughest bio teacher of them all.

As if I wasn't busy enough stealing my sister's candy, I now have to study during a most excellent Wednesday night. I could be outside scaring little children and purging the world of heresy but NOOOOO, I have to study the role of pyruvate in the Krebs cycle and why NADH carries electrons to the electron transport chain and blah blah blah.

Worst part is that I even if I manage to reach my goal of studying for five hours straight, I'll still fail the test. On the last test, the highest mark in the class was 64%, with the average in the mid forties. Fun stuff eh? Sure keeps me feeling hopeful.

And of course I'll have these kids knocking on the door, because the parental units had the bright idea of decorating the house even though they'll be gone for half the night. No chance in hell I'm answering the door.

If anything, I can scare them with some scary pictures of how viruses infect cells, photocopied straight from my bio textbook. Hehehehehe.

So, I'm off. Wish me luck. Even though you're all probably busy enjoying halloween while I'm stuck in a bio universe.

GL,HF.

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So, I don't plan on actually posting every day, I mean, I do have some form of a life, right? Yeah, I won't even give you the chance to respond to that. But this picture here says a lot.
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So um, you know, my weekend. Pretty standard. Gaming at Slater's on Friday (although he prefers to call it "chilling", something about it sounding nerdy otherwise). Kicked ass at Super Smash, as always, with Roy and Jigglypuff.

Saturday was a waste, didn't do much.
Sunday I was feeling rather sick and I had a math test to study for, so I broke plans with someone. Somewhat depressing also.

Aaaand today I had the math test, wasn't bad, wasn't awesome. I figure I should study for the little bonus questions Opie leaves on the test, since they're easy if you understand the kinds of bonus questions Opie gives. They're all these witty, clever enigmas that you shouldn't spend too much time on (I did anyway) or else you don't have time to finish the test!

So for example, one of the enigmas he gave us:
Bob and Bill are standing in front of a portrait. Bob says to Bill "Brothers and Sisters I have none, but this man's father, is my father's son." What is the relation of the man in the portrait to Bob?

I thought I had it right, and I spent some time on it too, but I was wrong. Sigh. I know the answer, but can you solve it? Oh, don't google it either, cuz I'll be like "Not cool." Deal? Deal.

I slept during french class again. Biggest waste of an hour and seventeen minutes in my day for sure. Ugh. I wish the Chin could just give me my exam and I could be done with it, but nooo, I have to "demonstrate my knowledge through class participation and classwork". Bull. Besides, I don't like to answer questions and discussions in class. A few weeks back, when I read a passage from some handout, I got a friggin' standing ovation from the class. No joke. WTF?

Oh, and me and a couple of my buddies are obsessed with the No god quote from 30 days of Night. We plan to do some uber remixes with sparta, the dramatic chipmunk, over 9000 etc. about the head vampire dude saying, in his tone of voice, No god, in opportune moments in the video clips. Because it is HILARIOUS. Seriously. So be on the lookout for that, we're planning to create the greatest internet fad of like... ever!

So, that's it for today, have a nice week. And a nice day. Having no school on Friday is sweet.

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Obnoxiousism

So, today was a pretty standard day. Corner gave us the usual speech about how we should work our asses off for history and Paper 2, and be bringing in to class exciting and interesting stuff that deals with history, so the entire class can enjoy the intricacies (yeah, I had to wiktionary that) of European history. He gleefully told us that he was going to give us plenty of in-class essays to, once again, practice for the dreaded Paper 2 essays. Aaand of course he told us that last year's IB history class was soo much better than our class, and that we knew absolutely nothing, which certainly evoked feelings of inspiration among us all, I'm sure.

And then, hypocritically in my eyes, he made us watch a somewhat dull history video about Hitler's life.

Oh, and math was rather dull, but I managed to entertain myself midway through the class by saying to random people "Hey baby, nice ASS-ymptote". Naturally, I found this hilarious, given the fact we were examining some asymptotes anyway. (For those of you not fond of math, feel free to google asymptote, it really does have to do with math). I then realized how idiotic I sounded, but we shall leave that point aside for now.

But the highlight, or rather, the downside to my day was sitting with the Tenners (and, pun intended, they're anything but tenors, with wild, screeching, hysterical voices) and explaining some random school stuff to certain people. Now, don't get me wrong, there are some Tenners who were fine and were worthy of my presence, but unfortunately, I was mostly surrounded by loud, obnoxious people giggling about who-knows-what-I-don't-wanna-know. To get myself through lunch, I simply thought to myself that it was all a gargantuan psychological experiment and I was simply there observing it, as an outsider.

I might repeat the experiment, but I'll bring my selective earplugs (well, I haven't invented them yet, but basically they're earplugs that blot out what you don't wanna hear and instead amplify what you do what to hear to a crisp, crystalline clarity) this time to be able to survive amidst the jungle animals.

Tomorrow's a messed-up day, which perfectly fits with my skipping pattern (more on my skipping pattern some other time) so that I end up not skipping a single class after all!

Well, so long for now, take care of yourselves,
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Lovely Gossip & Rumours

Ah, gossip. Everyone luuuuurves to gossip. High school is gossip heaven. I suppose old senior homes are also gossip heaven. But since we're in high school and not old, rickety people yet (in due time, in due time), high school gossip is today's ronery topic.

People can be so mean, with rumours spreading around daily about X being so and so and Y having done this and that. Now, I must say, girls are way more likely to be the ones to spread rumours about people, in my experience. There is absolutely zero scientific evidence to this, but it's what I notice. And sometimes, I get sick of it, these rumours running around wildly, ruining relationships and making people feel sad, and people talking behind peoples backs and blah blah blah. I'm sure it's just human nature or whatever, but I mean come on. Control yourselves man. Keep all the horrible things to yourself, and give a hug instead!

And I'm talking about negative gossip in today's blog post because I myself encountered it this afternoon, and it made me and another person feel rather sad. And Blogs are there to write things. And so I write.

I do try to stay out of all this negative gossip as much as possible, but it's like a vortex, you know, sucking everybody in until we're all little mice running around relaying rumours to each other.

Speaking of mice and drama, I must relay you all to the ultimate in drama - The Dramatic Prairie Dog. Best 5 seconds of my day, any day.

I leave you on that note today, I have some history to read and some trance to listen to, so, toodemeddles, and don't spread rumours about me too much.

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Procrastination?

Ha, it's me again, and after a bit of advertising, I think I can start writing some more. I wasn't gonna stop anyway, but it's always nice having an audience, as I outlined in my previous post.

The topic of today is procrastination. Yes, we all do it, but there are people who are much better at avoiding it than others, and they tend to be more dedicated people, in my experience. Since the majority of my not-so-avid readers are students, I am of course referring to schoolwork procrastination, which is perhaps the deadliest form of it.

There is reason to be alarmed! According to trustworthy Wikipedia, "Chronic procrastination may be a sign of an underlying psychological or physiological disorder."

And in my experience in the IB program (oh the agony), it would then mean that we are all insane!

Now, upon further examining our case, we come across what is called as the Student Syndrome.
The student syndrome simply means that you will only start the work just before it is due. Is that not true? You know it is. And then sometimes, you'll go cry to a teacher because you didn't "have time" to do your work and give them your get out of jail free card - the parent's note.

And if you were coming here and saw "procrastination" in the title and were hoping that I'd give you some tips on how to cope with it (yeah, like anyone would ask me for tips like that), well, you'll be disappointed. If anything, I will only make things worse by providing you with the newest ultimate procrastination tool - little rabbits jumping on bells.

That's right. Try it. I got somewhat hooked. Try to beat my record - 2.8 million. Have fun, and thank you for letting me ruin your productive work night.

This is Kaleidoughscope signing off, and, as always:
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Where are you?

Nah, I won't describe to you a full day of my life, "A day in the life", if you will. There are plenty of other blogs out there, with pictures and all for that kind of stuff. Obviously, my life is different from everyone else's, but whatevz, right?

I think I'll just end up writing randomly, just like most other personal bloggers do. I don't really have a massive audience. No, in fact, as I write these words, I have one person who will be reading this. Naturally, this may change if I manage to "advertise" a bit - but this blog is rather boring already, with a sort of depressing first post explaining how non-spectacular it is.

You know, I'm thinking of getting myself an idea-man or woman to find me some things to write about that people can enjoy. Some real neat ideas that perhaps people can relate to or can say "oh wow that's awesome" or are just enthralled by what I write. Now that's why a writer writes - to enthrall his audience. Well, most writers anyways. I don't think those McGraw-Hill-Ryerson people who create the gargantuan Biology textbooks write to enthrall their audience.

But for me to write this blog, I first must find my audience. And so this is a call out into the wild - Audience, where are yoooouuu?

Now that that's done, I can only sit tight and wait for you to come along, my beloved audience.

This is Kaleidoughscope signing off, aka
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The Most Uninteresting First Blog Post Ever Made

So, usually people like to start things off with a bang, wouldn't you say? Well, have I got a surprise for you. There is no bang here. Nothing. You won't see helium balloons and fireworks. You won't see a magnificent entrance like the Count of Monte Cristo did when he found the gold and bought the mansion. You'll only see these ronery words (you can thank this friend of mine for that word, I think she made it up, I'm not sure).

In fact, I can't think of anything to say except... I think it's marvelous! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha.

Wait, I think I do now.

I think I'll be very sad when one day I say to myself, or to someone else: "my first blog post was the most boring thing I've ever written. I really should have started things off with a bang."

But then I'll probably say:
"Oh, well, it is better then just randomly putting letters together and calling that a blog post."

I can't make this first blog post too long either, or else it might count for something. I'll just say I'm tired.

Kaleidoughscope, signing off, or, as my friend Ana knows me,
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