Julius Caeser. Take the pronounciations from the first part of both words, put them together, and you get JuCae. Juicy. And I don't like Julius Caeser. For one thing, the plot s so complicating that when you summarise it and put it into text, it seems... the whole thing is abrupt.
And... I forgot what I wanted to complain about. How could I forget what I wanted to complain about?! Fine, I shall just recount what happened today, then. Note that, for the most part, I was completely sane.
When I just left school with Shuting I phoned Lanyuan and the first words out of my mouth were, "Hey, I know by large that I shouldn't start screaming like a banshee the moment you answer the phone, but WHY CAN'T YOU SKIP SWIMMING LESSON?!" To which the reply was, "Huh?" I can't guarantee I was completely sane at that point. I had, after all, just finished rehearsing the whole 6 minute speech to the teacher, and then froze the death in the lab.
I wore my jacket for the whole day, with the exception of 2 minutes in class. That's a new record of weirdness, even for me. I actually paid some attention in class today, and did my work when teacher said to. Well, not chinese, that's impossible, but for the most part, yes. Again, this is unusual, and I wonder what's happening to me and my (original!) weirdness.
When walking home, I got an sms (from Lanyuan, about he seeing Mrs Chong) and I took out my phone, then there was this guy beside me who went, "Wa, nice phone," And to which I replied, "Ha." (May I point out that I have tried making conversations with younger people, and their replies, all of them, consisted of a 'who-are-you, do-i-know-you' glare, matched with silent treatment. I now understand why they don't answer me, but I swear I didn't glare or cold-shoulder him, because that's mean, especially when you're trying to be friendly. Trust me on this.)
Then, "What brand?" Me, "Nokia," And then I sped up and crossed the junction. Under my block, there was this half-naked pooch thing, which was plenty cute at first, until it attempted to follow me when I tried to skirt round it to get to the lift. I said "No," twice, but it didn't exactly take any notice, and I was sending telepathic missiles to the Indian guy checking his mail box, which went along the lines of, "Hurry up, there's a pooch thing which wants to chase me!"
Then as he was about to go into the lift I cut his path and ran straight in (so thatI could put some distance btw myself and the pooch), and then I said sorry.
Yeah, so that's the typical coming-back-from-school day for you.
By the way, if you were to get somebody to paint you a perfect picture, what would that picture be? Like, who, where, when, what...?
