SO. Still in love with DBSK's Mirotic, even though I've seen the performances 7492837492837498237498 times. Something like that, anyway...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gq_7cMihQBU << I LOVE Yunho's shirt in this. Beautiful, really. Especially when you notice how... fragile it is. Fragile doesn't seem like the right word, but I can't call it skimpy, even though it's held together in just one place, pretty much.... 

...and on with life we go. I've read eight books since Monday, keeping in mind that for the most part, school hours I don't get past more than 10 pages. I was reading all Meg Cabot stuff, though. The Mediator series (6 books) was pretty good. Come on, a ghost with abs. Who DOESN'T want to read about that? Okay, i can name a LOT of people, but that's not the point... Anyway. It's nowhere near as funny as the Princess Diaries, which I've also taken a liking to, though I HATE the movie, and after watching it for the second time EVER, on Friday, I can remember why I thought that the books were going to be complete crap.

So besides the pain of having such a lame week, I was dragged off to pray. Again. Again, again, again. When will it stop? Can't those horrible people understand that I honestly don't care? Even worse, in TWO WEEKS, I'm going to have to deal with a HUGE religion thing. JESUS CHRIST. (haha, why am I calling out Jesus?)

And then, on top of all that religious crap, I have to worry about my writerscraft profile that I have to write up for this Thursday. Which means that I have to interview Sailor-man before Wednesday, so I have a little while for everything to sink in. Okay, that's a load of BS, but I have to make myself get to work soon, since it's not like my teacher is too pleased with me. And it's not like I only have to deal with her during writerscraft, since she's also MY ENGLISH TEACHER. WHAT THE HELL. Speaking of English... I have to write an essay about Polonius. I don't care about Polonius. He's like a waste of space. On the page. I mean, Hamlet could've been doing other shit, rather than talking to/ killing/ insulting him. WASTE OF SPACEEEEEE.  Though... she should like me for that short story. I mean, COME ON. I mananged to work "I'm the juggernaut, bitch" into my story. And transvestites. And all my characters were based off k-poppers. Though they could only be the ones that had English names. Like... Sunny (the one that turned out to be the transvestite) and Tiffany :D... How lovely.

Not so lovely, though, is this headache/nausea combo that I've been dealing with all week. Thank you dad, for thumping me over the head for no reason last weekend, it really helped. And thanks for dragging me around the city in a car more than necessary. I didn't have to go to pray, I didn't have to go to that kid's birthday. And I sure as hell didn't have togo to physio. Okay, maybe I did. But really. Such a waste of time. And effort. And fuel. Think of all the money you'd save if you didn't drive. Haha, I'm almost 18 and I still can't drive. I guess I have my G1, though, so it's close enough. Though... I don't have a properly functioning car. It's like more ghetto than myself. Well.. that's not saying much... It's more ghetto than Robert Bai. Much better.