Another Disaster...

Today, the big disaster was my stupid math paper. Damn. I can't believe myself for being so incredibly stupid. First disaster: Not bringing an eraser. It's math!! There're graphs!!! We draw wrong graphs!!!! We need to erase wrong graphs!!!!! Alright, now I get that one out, lets move on..........to the next disaster.

So second disaster? This is a bit of a long story. I'm assuming you love long stories (because why else would you be reading my blog?). Like all stories there's good news and bad news. Good news: I knew how to do the questions!! Yay me!!! Okay. Now, the bad news: I didn't get to finish the paper. Okay, let's blame it on this one particular question. I spent too much time on this particular question, maybe 15 mins? I tell you, it sucks because I tried and tried for, like, 5 times and still didn't get the answer. You wanna know what's the worst part of it all? After, I snet in my paper, grabbed my things and got out of the exam hall, a certain Sailormoon told me I didn't get the answer because, get this, I didn't change my calculator mode!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I didn't get to finish the easy last question because of that? Man, I suck. I really do.

Okay, glad to get that off my chest.

Well, other happenings of today did not get any worse than exam. Come to think of it, almost nothing in this world can get worse than exams. But that's just on my part. You know what people say about moving on even if you get bad results? Doesn't apply to me. I mean, if my A-levels results are bad, I'll be sure to be dead before you can say university. Mom's gonna kill me. But before that I'm gonna kill myself so that she can't kill me. But trust me, she'll still find a way to kill me again. So then my dad is gonna come back from one of his flights and then dig me up from my grave and kill me again. I so don't believe that you can only die once. Not concerning exams. Not when you have my parents.

Anyway.

I went to eat in Las Carretas today, a mexican restaurant in Taipan. Was wearing this yellow top. Then this waiter was 'kind enough' to point out that my yellow top matches their walls. And the tablecloth. And my BF/exBF's drink. And then he laughed all the way to the kitchen when I ordered a yellow dessert. Whoopee. Fun. I was kind enough to still leave a tip though.

Let's end this post on an interesting note. Guess what? My brother's girlfriend, Leeana, bought herself a bubble machine. You know, a machine that spits out lots of bubbles. She says it's so cool to put in her room but I think she bought it as retail therapy (you know, another fight with BF). I assembled it and everything so we tested it in my house. My youngest brother happened to be having his first piano class on that day so me and Leeana sneakily put the machines facing him in the next room. So we wondered whether he was distracted untill we heard the piano pounding stop abruptly and, suddenly, my little brother running across the room chasing bubbles. We burst out laughing histerically after that. So Leeana brought it home and tried it in her house.In the end, her mom didn't allow her to put it in her room because it gets the floor all sticky. And her dad said,"You're 18 and still find bubbles entertaining?" Aww, so sad. And she bought a whole year supply of bubbles to go with the machine.

The funniest thing? My BF/exBF was so excited when I told him and overdevastated when he didn't get to see it. He's 25. That says a lot don't you think? Lets hope he never meets Leeana's dad with the bubble machine aruond.


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