(Me: Missed you? No one reads this blog but you. Even janitors won't read it.* Other Me: Oh, shut it.)
So, anyway, I kinda meandered off into a long and basically pointless waffle about my birthday in the last post, which had NOTHING to do with the post title. I am making amends for that in this post. Why was I laughing, crying, hugging and punching?
The only reason I would multi-task so much (usually I can't even reach over and grab the TV remote) is that it was the last day of school.
Ah, school! How is it that we hate it so much when we're there, but when it comes to the last day, we find ourselves hugging each other and promising to "stay in touch" and "buy souvenirs for each other" and "meet up and do something fun"?
(Of course, you then spend the holidays utterly bereft without any outside contact, just you and your mum and your sisters and your cat day after day after day until you grow certifiably insane. You then go to school and are met with cries of "Souvenir? You wanted a souvenir? Oh, darn it to heck! I didn't know! I went to the most AMAZING place where I could have bought you the most AMAZING souvenirs!" You then go:"Oh, that's fine! Whatever!", when inside you are thinking, "Actually, I would like to slug you right now, but I don't want to start off the school term in detention.")**
Right, where was I?
Oh, yeah. Last day.
So to make a long story short, it was a pretty basic goodbye ritual. I was pretty miserable, because some good friends of mine were leaving (Goodbye, Ying Qi! Goodbye, Fatehah!)*** but at the same time, who wouldn't be excited at the thought of holidays? Only loser freaks, which I MOST CERTAINLY AM NOT. (Me, a loser freak? *scoff* As if! So what if I read parenting magazines? That's... cool!)****
So I cried, at losing my awesome buds, I laughed, at sheer giddiness of getting rid of teachers for a month, I hugged, because you have to, and I punched, because that's the only reason to communicate with guys. (To see Professor Random Awesome's List of Guy Talk, see bottom of post.)
I planned for a longer post, but writing all this stuff is starting to make me misty-eyed. (And no, you fools, it's not because I have hay fever! It's because I'm sad!)
And a sad Random Awesome is not a pretty sight.*****
I'd better go.
Later guys,
Random Awesome (with a punch and a hug <3)>
EXTRAS!!
* Janitor love. Forever and for always.
** Or maybe it's just me.
*** At the risk of sounding embarassingly mushy, I miss you guys every day. Ying Qi, WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU? ARE YOU IN SOME FAR OFF JUNGLE WHERE THERE IS NO PHONE CONNECTION?? IF YOU AREN'T, TEXT ME BACK NOW. IF YOU ARE, COOL. BRING ME BACK A SOUVENIR, OR I WILL SLUG YOU.
**** I recommend Mother and Baby. No, really, it's cool. Didn't you know parenting magazines are the IN thing now? No? SHAME ON YOU. Why are you uncool person reading my blog?
***** Or an angry one. Or a scared one. Or a normal one, really. Hello? Have you seen the embarassing picture of me heading this blog? If you think that's a pretty sight, you need to get your eyes checked. Unless you are my mum, because you are supposed to think that way. Hi, Mum.
PROFESSOR R.A'S HIGHLY EXTENSIVE STUDY OF HOW GUYS COMMUNICATE.
Ugh: Hi.
Ugh ugh: I am hungry.
Ugh ugh ugh: I am sleepy.
Ugh ugh ugh? : I dunno.
Ugh!! : Nice boobs.
And that, ladeez, is how guys communicate.
I almost forgot to say that a friend of mine, Mozz, has a blog. Check him out. He writes poetry and stories and stuff, so you should check him out. And no, he is not paying me to say this.
(Or... Is he?)
Unfortunately, he is not randomly awesome, so his blog will be nowhere near as good as mine. Kidding!!
(Or... am I?)
No, seriously, Mozz, don't be offended. You know I'm joking. www.zerox-zero.blogspot.com, people.
Thank you, and have a good night!!
R.A
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