Statistics from spider solitaire:

Easy
Wins: 35
Losses: 25
Medium:
Wins: 1025
Losses: 1575
Difficult:
Wins: 33
Losses: 3039

And it's only a few months. I remember clearing the score a while ago. =X

3 days now, and still counting. I haven't been doing any other studying in the time.

And I don't think it helps that the paper is in a file in the computer, and I'm online.

When I was a child I was afraid of the alarm clock ringing loudly in the early morning, when everything was still dark (a precursor to my hatred of alarm clocks now?). If I was ever awake when it rang, I would screw up my eyes and hide under the blanket and freeze, waiting for someone to come and shut the sound up.

I think I'm doing that now. Just freezing and waiting.

Still doing the math paper... About halfway done already.

I've been doing the same math paper for the past day and a half. I'm already one quarter done.

I am going to try fencing and horseback riding after the A levels. =)

Somebody shoot me. I keep making the same mistakes over and over and over and over and over.

Blasphemy!!! I want to try running!

Haha, I feel like I have to get on my knees and beg forgiveness for such a blasphemous thought. But really, I want to see whether I can do it after all. If it's me or the low haemoglobin thing. =D

I posted this on a forum a few weeks ago:

Let's see what you make of this.

A few days ago I dreamt I was some frog man (green skin, muscular, webbed hands and feet) in a deep underground cavern(really large, made of light brown rock - like the limestone caves I saw on a field trip). The king of frogs (I was thinking that in the dream), ruler of the place, wanted to capture me and sent his frogs after me. So there I was, with no place to hide and all these little hopping green things after me. It was quite scary. I stood by the wall and hoped they wouldn't see me, and hey, they didn't! (stupid frogs) And somehow there were large chicken eggs bouncing together with the frogs along the wall with some of them breaking and me just standing and watching, scared shitless.

And I didn't read/come across anything about frogs or underground caverns before that.

Feel free to tell me I'm actually a psychotic.


And I got a free dream analysis!:
People often dream about being inducted into a new house of learning, which symbolizes (by the appearance of the headmaster, patriarch, or ruler) a new branch of knowledge that will be encouraged in the dreamer. Some dream of being accepted into Hogwarts, others into a convent.

In your case, the key symbol is the description of a frog. I'll be honest with you; I've never seen a theory on frog imagery that I fully accepted. The appearance of frogs in dreams has to do with transformation, but I would submit that the dreamer has to feel decrease or drainage in some capacity to drive home this particular transformation. Like contact with a frog, thought to have both magical and poisonous properties, the dreamer will come to appreciate that transformation only by first learning from some toxic experience.

Seeing eggs crack in dreams -- I have heard it said this way; I kid you not -- is supposed to be a "bad omen" of things to come. Less mystically, I see eggs cracking in dreams, when a new, approaching thought will seem to the dreamer like "cracking" open the tight views of their mind. At any rate, stop running from the process, in whatever form it takes in your waking life.

As an alternative interpretation, girls do dream about bringing home frogs when they are looking for "the right prince". It may be time to go on a dating spree, in which case the eggs suggest you fear "nesting" or the commitment that dating may potentially lead to.




hahahahahahahahaha (hysterical laughter).

Schizoid personality disorder
Fantasizing
Extreme introversion
Emotional distance, even from family members
Fixation on your own thoughts and feelings
Emotional detachment
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Oops!

This bloody fits me perfectly.

iamshitboreddamnimsickofdoingmathsitsdrivingmeupthewallicantdoasinglequestion
andiamjustboredandtypingwhatevercomestomymindwhichismostlynonsenseofcours
eandiwannaflyhahahaihaveonlydreamtofflyingonceanditwasthebestdreameveritssof
untotypelikethiseveryoneshouldtryitokishallstopnowbyeifyouvemanagedtoreadthis
sofarcongratstoyou

Actually, I think I might become asexual after all. I'll grow old as a spinster and live alone in a big house with really messy hair and 10 cats. I already have messy hair and a cat, so all I have to do is get a house and some more cats. And maybe some hamsters. And a dog. And two horses. Plus some parrots so I can talk to them. What a wonderful life. =D

But seriously, falling in love seems scary, judging from all the first hand accounts of people around (ahahaha). Like you'll have to put so much trust in one person. I don't trust any of you! Get Away! You're only here for the food!!!!

Ok, there was no point to this at all. I'm doing maths, which explains it perfectly. =)

I don't know which excuse is worse: It's only a few days' worth of rubbish, after all.

Or: It is a few days' worth of rubbish, after all.

Hehe.

Someone: Why don't you know who defeated satan in 1470? See, you haven't been studying or reading widely!

Me: Well, fucking hell, for one thing I don't like reading history all that much, and another, I don't believe satan exists at all! Get out of my way!!

And I dodged him on the stairs and went straight for my room - which was unlocked and full of people looking through my stuff. Felt violated and very angry. And for some reason they all wanted me to go to the church in the middle of the night for some study motivation/tuition course, because I wasn't studying hard. I didn't have a choice. =( And the only courses available were biology and econs. And I wasn't allowed to lock my door anymore.

What a nightmare..

Although, come to think of it...

I might belong to a psychiatric ward too, after all.

Oh. I keep forgetting to post that stupid link up. I shall forget about it. Anyway, I realised that the 5th spot for the previous entry should have been filled by The Sandman. How fitting that it should have been about a dream. =D

Anyway. Glad to see that I'm not the craziest after all. I have found someone infinitely worse who I think belongs in a psychiatric ward. Oh well. This is a dangerous world. =)

I was searching for blogs with my name just now. Turns out many people have the same name as me. =(. I was reading bits and pieces and giggling at their silliness n their way of typing lk tt, when I stumbled into my old blog. Oh, the horror. can u rmb me when i was 15 n doing this?? lucky noone was ard so i didnt die frm embarrassment!!!!! hahahahahaha.

Yeah. Maybe one day I'll go back and shut it down or something.

My Top 5 crushes of all time:
(or rather, my only 5 crushes...)

1. Severus Snape
2. Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy
3. Erick, the phantom of the opera
4. The prince-who-was-a-beast from beauty and the beast
5. I remember once dreaming that I was really in love with some guy, can't remember who. Come to think of it, I can't remember if I had actually dreamt it or if I'd just imagined this to fill in the 5th spot.

Yeah, this is to show the world that I am neither homosexual nor asexual. I suppose it would be more convincing if the crushes had been real men...

forgot again: http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200303/rauch

Bored.

5 random things on my computer table:

A dead rose. It was dying for a few days already, methinks it's finally dead.

A small container of (i think rotted) chilli.

A book on caring for hamsters.

A jar of dried and crushed basil leaves.

A pink striped sock that I was using to clean the table because I was too lazy to find a rag.

table. table.
tablet. tabel.

oh no now it sounds weird... table. tabletabletable.

Yeah. So anyway, two geniuses scheduled a consultation with ms j. One fell sick (ha, bet she was just lazy) and the other one claimed she lived too far away (ha, bet she was just lazy too) and asked me to fill in for them. Lucky for them I had just showered and changed to go to the library. Blah.

Bumped into the maths teacher. I was hoping he wouldn't see me, because I thought he'd be angry or something that I skipped the mock exam and all the extra lessons, but he was his usual gay self and cheerfully told me he was very worried about me, cheerfully requested to meet me after the geography thing, and cheerfully... left.

So anyway, ms j seems to think I can get at least a b, and likely an a. If I work hard. Ha, I don't want to know what she'll say if she finds out what I've really been doing these past few days. Weeks. The maths teacher, too, thinks I can get at least a b, since he's very sure I've been working very hard too. Oh well. I didn't say much. Don't want to spoil their perception of me.
=)

Now I have to find another day to go to the library. Darn. The sciam magazines are hopelessly overdue. As are a number of books.

i can't believe i'm so nice i'm replacing a classmate for a consultation with the teacher half an hour later and she just told me. so i have half an hour to change and get to school and find my geography notes.

=(

BLOG SPRAYING TIME!!!


I was looking at the math book just now.

I don't want to look anymore.

I'm playing a game called pipes.

I'm so damned bored.

I'm awesome.

I love myself.

A levels suck.

Shit I'm really bored.

I didn't sleep last night; it's 4:49 right now.

Damn it.

I wanna go to university.

I can't make it.

I can do it.

No you can't, you slacker.

Ah, just... fuck off.

oh shit i knew i'd forget to post: http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200303/rauch

twinkletwinklelittlestarhowiwonderwhatyouareupabovetheworldsohighlikeadiamondintheskytwinkletwinklelittlestarhowiwonderwhatyouare.

ohshitiforgothowtosingtwinkletwinklelittlestar.

thisshitisfun.

Oh YAY Dumbledore is gay!!!

http://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/wireStory?id=3754341&Entertainment=true

This'll help your cause, Ashley. Wahahahahaha...

=). Think of all the scandal it'll cause in fanfics. *Rubs hands in anticipation..

A note for anyone who wants to know: I'm not anaemic anymore. And I spent $70 for a doctor to tell me that. Dang. And the amount of medication I got from the pharmacy scared me, I think there were more than 300 pills in total. Heh heh, you better not make me feel depressed, because I Have Pills!
Don't think they're that deadly, but still.

And no, I'm not going to say what they're for. You may ask, and I may tell you... But I most likely won't. Sorry?=P

http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200303/rauch Read it! I'm going to post this on every entry until you do. And tell me if you have read it.

I demand it.

EVERYONE SHOULD READ THIS!!! http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200303/rauch

A manual for dealing with People Like Me.

It kinda makes it sound like a disease or something, but I don't mind as long as you just leave me alone, dang it. =)

Heh heh. Heh.

Heh heh, I was listening to some podcast or other yesterday, and they said something funny. =X

"I was busy all day doing nothing."

How true, man.

I just know I'm going to fail something. If not maths (though it'll most likely be that), then chemistry. Or I might spend the remaining time focussing on these 2 subjects, and end up failing geography. Whee! It's like some kind of 3-way seesaw.

Dang. I don't feel like doing the A levels after all. And recently the thought of not going to university doesn't bother me as much as it used to. I could still learn to sweep floors, after all. And say, "Would you like fries with that?"