Picture above: my pretty notes & Smiggle pencilcase. (I actually should have one more booklet but, the class president forgot to hand it out.)
School reopens.
We (probably) meet new friends and catch up with our old ones.
We (probably) also forget some of our friends.
Some of us would be curious to know our classmates' results (which it was released during the holidays) and there you go, a conversation topic.
However, it would suck for some of us because there would always be the smartass who gets a GPA of 4.0. Plus, it would be the smartass asking for your results.
He/she would probably be quiet while you speak, because inside his/her mind, all he/she thinks is, "I AM WINNING EVERYONE AGAIN!!!!!"
Well, that is just my imagination going wild.
For me, school reopens me to a bunch of new friends from my Cross Disciplinary Subject - Marketing.
Well, firstly, tutorial for Marketing started today, I am the only girl from my course.
I wore this to school with pride:
Picture above: Mr Gugu & Mrs Go Hamburger Sweater (£?), skinnies, Underground Leopard Creepers (£65)
Not many people realised it was actually a hamburger till I told them. (Gosh, no one cares about you Annie, no one. Stahp it. Oh, and yes, my name is Annie.)
I met two new friends. I forgot their names. SHIT. How could you be friends if you forget their names? (Crap I hate myself.)
Oh!
I remember now, they are TT and... screw this I forgot the other friend's name. This is my short-term memory loss working out on its own without my command.
Anyways if those friends saw this, they would probably hate me. I am so sorry. I am not trying to be funny but hey, this is me, this is my blog. My rants are shit.
Actually I met TT first, in Marketing class, then, she told me she's going home, and I am also going home, but she would be meeting another friend first. I said I would 't mind. She says her friend definitely wouldn't mind. So there you go!
They were such a click! We could talk about anything on the way to the bus stop, on the bus, and on the way to buy some chicken wraps, and on the way to the bus interchange.
We sure talk a lot in a day like we knew each others for years.
It's pretty fascinating.
Plus, someone from the bus interchange actually asked me to become a model.
Picture above: A namecard for me, to become a model (probably not because I am too fat as a model, I would be labelled as plus size in modelling industry)
They said they'll call me later. I am still waiting.
Okay I need to do my homework now. Goodbye.