Obligatory Journal Post #42: Of Kenny Loggins and the need for speed.

I've found my reason for staying up late tonight.

Top Gun.

Seriously. Danger Zone, Val Kilmer, that homoerotic awesome volleyball match between ze good guys and ze bad guys, and 30 seconds of Meg Ryan in the entire movie make Top Gun perfect for staying up late to watch. I can't think of anything i dislike about that movie.

Except perhaps Goose's death. That sucks.

I can picture myself falling asleep during math class. Ah, well. You win some, you lose some.
On second thought, i hate math class. So falling asleep isn't so bad. Win-win for me! Yay!

I'll take my leave now. My movie beckons. (:

On being locked out of my own house and stuff.

"If something can go wrong, it will.
If anything simply cannot go wrong, it will anyway.
Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse."


It's amazing, the number of situations these three laws can apply to. I take my hat off to you, Murphy. Kudos.

Take today, for example.
I lost my seat in the van for arriving 3 seconds late. As a result, i had to take the unhygienic back seat of my van, notorious for being as hard as a granite slab and the most preferred place for toddlers to throw up in.

After about 40 minutes of bouncing around on the Hardest Material Known to Man, i got home. Only to find that it was locked.

Did i mention i had no key?

We don't believe in leaving spare keys under the mat, or wherever. For fear that the dog might eat them. He'll eat anything. Once, he polished off an entire wooden spatula.
My mum couldn't help either. She was in the middle of administering anaesthesia to a pregnant woman undergoing a C-section. What perfect timing.

And it's usually during sticky situations like these that one badly needs to take a piss.
My situation wasn't any different.

And so i did what any panicky, high-school girl with a full bladder would do. I RAN.

I ran, clutching my novel in one hand and my blazer in the other, school bag flying out behind me like some funky parachute, to a mall that's a few minutes from my house. I didn't stop to think that maybe my neighbours would be kind enough to let me use their loo.
In my defense, situations like these don't leave you any time to think!

That was hopefully the LAST time i'll ever have to run like that.

Of Sentimental Disney Movies and Death and Stuff.

Call me emotionally unstable, but i tear up every time an animal dies in a movie i'm watching.

My mum tells me i cried every time i watched Lion King. Starting from back when i was the age of three. But that was because i couldn't climb inside the tv and sing "Hakuna Matata" with Timon, Pumba and Simba. Or so i'm told.

Human deaths in movies don't interest me much. But when Mufasa, or Bambi's mother die, the
waterworks just start flowing.

•  Lion King: "Oh gawd why can't i get inside the tv?!" *cries*
•  Lion King (Again): "Noo! MUFASA!" *cries*
•  Bambi: "I hate man!" *cries*
•  Marley & Me: *cries*
•  Deathly Hallows: "Dobby! D:" *cries*
•  The Princess And The Frog: "No tiny firefly you can't DIE!" *cries*

I was reading a comic strip earlier today. Not the usual "Funny-ha ha" comic. This was one of those which fill your heart with sadness and make you all teary-eyed.
It's about this guy whose pet dog passed away, and how he realizes how one doesn't appreciate something until it's gone for good.
(The said comic: http://www.funnyjunk.com/funny_pictures/1527673/Baww+comic )

That, and the gloomy weather and endless rain got me thinking about death, and stuff.

Hence the gloomy blog post.

Reasons why i think my little brother would make a badass evil genius: #42

I stumbled upon this whilst scrolling through old family photos on my pc.

Needless to say, little bro got an earful from a horrified, pissed off (and secretly impressed) big sis.
I am scared to wash my face now.

If I could get this on a t-shirt, I sure would.

‎31 ‎May ‎2011, PM 10:45:52

Edit: Found this on another one of my million obsolete blogs. Now posting.

It's been long, journal.
I managed to score 86% in my exams.
Apparently it's enough to get me a seat in ISC Science. Which is what i decided on.
What else?

Everything went as was predicted. I wasted the 2 months of vacation away, and now i have 5 days before i go back to school.

Ah, school. I'll be joining the likes of all those smarty-pants people as part of 11 Science. It's like an elite club. Of social outcasts and cocky cocks. Of those who are truly brilliant at heart, and those who claim to be, but aren't.

And all the other pretentious pricks go to 11 commerce. What joy!

Quizzing seems pretty dull right about now. 11th std. is like the doldrums of quizzing, or so i hear. All the good ones are for the 10thies. It can rightly be said that i've lost my chance. How pathetic.

With every passing day it feels like i'm being rejected from my own comfort zone. The billions of sermons i've received about the "Big bad world out there" are slowly beginning to make sense.
Goodbye, comfort zone. Goodbye, best all girls quiz team 10thy title. Goodbye, quizzer girl nickname that i've earned over the years. I'll miss you TERRIBLY.

Actually, scratch the last-but-one thought. I think i'm going to get out of my comfort zone just this once and retain the "Quizzer girl" nickname i've earned.

Kthxbai.

No sir, no writing tonight.

I treat my blogs like crap. There's one in my name on most of the popular blogging platforms, but they're all mostly empty. I feel really bad for them.

But what's a high schooler and tic tac aficionado supposed to write about?
Otters?
The trouble i experienced whilst trying to peel onions for my first bio practicals?
Dante's Inferno?
That time when an auto driver gave me a brief anatomy lesson?

I'm at SUCH a loss for words, really. :|