Reasons to Party: -Tomorrow, Saan has her last two exams -Saan has got 75000 neopoints and some change. And nearly 400 items in her safety deposit box -The fruit machine gave her 10000 neopoints and a water muffin today -She doesn't have a lot to study for today -She finished her Saan DIY!with string-pen -However crappy, there's a picture with the post today.
Saan was bored because 1) she managed to somehow jam her laptop's media player. Her brother will be fixing that this evening or so. 2) she knew she'd loose track of time if she started playing on the Sims 2. So she went favorites-surfing and came across a page with--believe it or not--scoubidou creations. You know, plastic lace knot-like contraptions. Seeing her dad banned the things on what Saan still presumes is an urban myth, she tried something from it out with rough cotton string. Nothing from the ones with googly eyes or wire, because she doesn't remember where the glue pistol is, she doesn't have googly eyes and she can't shove wire up the string. The result's pretty cute (for a pen), but she's nearly finished and now has a blister on her left middle finger. For those also bored to tears, look up something roughly string-like, a pair of siccors and go here: http://www.yoarra.nl/.
Tomorrow the BIG Latin exam. Saan's feeling insecure enough that she'll be repeating her overview of poetry at a quarter to eleven at night and almost learned some bits she shouldn't have. She rearranged her book shelves (because she is getting 7 manga albums for christmas) and found otu just how much binders you can jam into one shelf if you really want to. And now she's off to hyperventilate insecurely over her Latin.
...Friday! Meaning she could cut her studies short for a bit. She went shopping. so she didn't anything she wanted (Having 1 pair of pants besides jeans is not too many jeans god-damnit!) but she did get a new nightie (blue) and she spent most of her time on the Sims 2 pets. She now had a neon-colored (several colors, actually) dog, tiny, cross itself with a chow-chow-like black creature, huge, with red spots across its body. And now she's going to watch her weekly program.
Friday's in sight, and after that, it's only three more days to go (Saan's back feels like it won't survive that, but it'll have to) of tortu--exams. Dutch tomorrow. Saan hopes she didn't have to learn the new spelling for the exam, because she didn't study it and is not going to. If she had, she'll have to wing it. The last day is Geography and English. 5 pages (Really, guy had three months and got five pages far. Guerilla warfare doesn't begin to describe Saan's class vs. Mr. Stoops) and Saan's best course. Downside, it's Latin and Biology before that. ... *Whimpers*.
More ends approaching: -Saan has, at the moment 49K in neopoints and some change. Hopefully, she'll reach the 50K mark before the night's over. -Saan's hogged her sister's computer game (okay, so it's the Sims 2 Pets) ever since the exams started. Her cream-colored chow chow's at the top of its showbizz career and her humanoid mass of pixels is climbing to the top of her sport's career. Also, Saan adopted a new puppy. It's tiny and fuzzy and cute. -Then she got kicked off the game by her dad. -She'll get her report card by next Friday. -Next Thursday, there's her hair that's going bye-bye. Pray for that one, guys.
Saan's exam wasn't as bad as her half-past eleven pessismism predicted, or so Saan hopes. She filled out her first blue page, meant for brainstorming and desperate copying of conjugation rules, with random silliness to let off some steam. But because Saan made a scene last night, Saan's mom is reversing to jailer mode and going to arrange Saan's planning for the day. Somebody come save her. (If you don't have to study yourself, that is. Studying's important. Really)
Saan, as mentioned before, sucks at French. Really. She develops a stutter and dyslexia when switching lanuages. Tomorrow's the exam (quarter to twelve.. and she's STILL not finished). Some support would be nice. A miracle would be better. Accidentally getting the first-years' exams would be best.
EDIT: The blog just passed its 1500th visitor (okay, so it's 1512th visitor). Somebody get drunk in Saan's stead for that particular festivity, 'cause she has to study. If there's cake and a wish to be made, wish for good grades for Saan.
Both Saan and her brother are being very very bad at the moment. Her brother is skipping class and using that time to quickly jot down his homework and surf the net. Saan *should* be studying, but isn't. She's surfing and chatting with her brother. And taking packages of roughly 200 euro value (RAM. Who needs that?) for the overgrown toddler. And Saan's going to enjoy it while it lasts, and not think about the fact that she forgot to learn a small bit of her maths and improvised on the exam.
Saan worked on her pc from a different side of the table today due to rearranging of the christmas tree. Her right arm hurts. She also worked at the kitchen table, which has horrible chairs and got pain in her back and neck.
Also, Saan's brother found a way that might reanimate Saan's two dead pixels. All she has to do is keep her pc screen on for 24 hours. And stare at two small squares going blue-green-red at sickening speeds.
Mathemathics, ahoy! Saan is crawling back into her shell of inferiority complexes and total and utter lack of self-confidence and not coming out until after Tuesday, after she's handed in her second part of the exam. She's spent her entire day studying and nothing stayed inside her head, so she drowned her sorrows in a big chocolate milkshake and cookies. She's feeling vaguely sick now.
She did look up reviews on her usual (read: the only place that can cut Saan's hair without vague disappointment as a result) hairdressers, and found several people who crossed half the country to go there with unruly kids. She remembered similar scenes she has made in the past, though hers were usually staged in clothing stores instead of inside the hairdresser's. The clothing store lady made her put on ugly, smelly clothes. The hairdresser fed her cookies and soda pop and gave her movies to watch and colorful things to put in her hair and could wash hair in crocodiles. To a two year old, those kind of people come only after favorite family members that buy you roller skates for your birthday, parents and God. Fifteen years later, Saan still goes there when there's hair (at least eight inches, because they aren't cheap) in the need of sudden disappearance. So, after the exams, the hair is going to go away. Probably. Hopefully. With some luck, Saan'll even change the hairstyle that just grew out from her two-year old bowl cut. And with a little more, it's not going to look awful. Then again, hair grows. Give it a month or six.
Something she forgot to report: NEW fish. The cause of death of the others appeared to be the only survivor of the original pack. The zebra-fish was removed, a new shipment of neon fish, two goldfish (real, life-sized goldfish like in the Disney movies, no tiny things) and one black thing with doughnut-like eyes that apparently should also be a goldfish. To Saan, it's a basset-fish. It's got the look right.
Okay, to those whiners that were complaining about short posts, here's something a bit longer. Tomorrow, Sam Seal is probably making pancakes. AND SO SHOULD YOU!
Belgium is getting wetter and wetter, and not in a good way. Clear skies ahead for the weekend, when Saan has to STUDY and then Monday comes along, together with rain, rain and more rain. No fair.
Saan had a wondrously wet walk home today. Her jeans are soaked, her jacket's soaked and her legs won't get warmer. Saan thinks she'll pass Chemistry this semester. Tomorrow; physics. Monday and Tuesday: Maths. After that, there's only Latin and French to freak out over. Probably.
The POI Adventure!!! Part Five!!! & Violent Childhood Songs
It probably says something about Saan when she says her favorite Saint Nicholas song starts with talk about punishing 'who's bad'. Nevertheless, she can't have been all that bad this year, because the good saint brought her her two pairs of poi (fluffy-fluffy & bloooooo LEDs), 20 euros, chocolate, tangerines, gingerbread and gimauves. The last, Saan kindly donated to her brother and sister. She promptly spent most of her study-breaks playing with her new, violently pink toy, because the LED poi are prettier when it's dark, according to the website. She managed the alternate butterfly (or something that looks enough like it) and didn't get beaten half to death when things went horribly wrong. Saan's immature tendencies (which caused her to ask a gift mostly bought for two-year olds) paid off for once.
Badder news: First exam tomorrow. Chemistry. Saan's not sure how that's going to turn out. Someone burn a candle for that (As a matter of fact, burn so much someone gets arrested for attempted arson) between half past eight and twelve. Why do there have to be so many different alkyl-based...thingies?!!!
Saan's really happy that she only has two more hours of real class before...exams, but, then again, it's no school for TWO WHOOOOOLE WEEKS after that. So she's happy. Deal with it.
Those who checked in earlier noticed Saan's copy-paste collection of information for her project for Latin. She's taken to posting all relevant info she finds in a message for 2016 ever since her school e-mail ate an hour of searching. One she posted at the end and forgot to put the date on 2016. That one's moved now.
Saan spent her entire day studying Chemistry and looking up info for her Latin project. She did write a Kobe cougar story, but she wasn't going to her grandfather today, so it's still waiting on the table. She also finished coloring her quotes and ate half her goodie bag she got at the restaurant last night. Caramel kitkat isn't something she recommends.
Saan, in a moment of pure procrastination (5 syllables, maybe six, very long word) and frustration at cutting her hand on her schooldiary, collected some pictures and then went to look for some Dutch quotes. And actually found a few good ones. She still has to study for her Chemistry exam.
Today, Gil (Saan's neighbour in Maths) wanted to know if he was in her blog. Saan said he wasn't, because she couldn't find anything spectacular to he'd done. To which Gil immediately replied that he had done something quite impressive on May 23rd 1990: getting born. Because it was funny at the time (When there's only fifteen minutes of schoolweek left, lots of things are funny, really) Saan's making note of it in here. There, Gil in the blog.
Next problem: what the hell does Saan have to type in her little story on Kobe Cougar for her wee li'll cousin of thirteen years old. Help. Please?
Today Saan forgot her locker key. Again. And her cell phone. And bought a christmas gift for Yif. And noticed she could actually combine anime with her project for Latin. Yay.
... *Whimpers*.
Saan's not sure how that's going to turn out. Someone burn a candle for that (As a matter of fact, burn so much someone gets arrested for attempted arson) between half past eight and twelve. Why do there have to be so many different alkyl-based...thingies?!!!
