8:09 am
I need a damn epiphany. NOW. I need that Boob Lady from The Simpsons. Maybe she can blow some sense into my poor head.
Chels: All I need is an epiphany...
Qawi: You need that Boob Lady. She helped Homer, she’d definitely help you.
Chels: Alright, where’s she? BOOB LADY! Oh, I know who the Boob Lady is! [whispers] It’s our Chem trainee! TEEHEE.
Qawi: [laughs]
Chels: Dude, seriously. Alright Boob Lady, I NEED an epiphany, it’d be great if I could get one, like... NOW.
Honestly. All I need is a sudden revelation of what the freak I’m supposed to do. I’m so confused, I make the Ugly Duckling seem completely understandable! WHAT? Qawi said that the Ugly Duckling’s mighty confusing, “How can something start off ugly and end up beautiful? Now that’s confusing. Just ask those poor kids out there who probably don’t understand the concept of Ugly Duckling at all!”
8:17 am
“What’s inside a nucleus, class?”
“God.”
Well, according to Izaq, God’s in the music room, Room 2. Oh well, God is ubiquitous, God is omnipresent, God, I still need an epiphany.
8:30 am
Uh-huh, any day now.
8:31 am
Ommmmmm. Ommmmmmm. Maybe intense meditation will lead to a revelation. What? That’s what happens in movies. Although, it’s rather hard to find inner peace in a room full of restless teenagers with the Chem trainee aka Boob Lady going on about something called the Electronic Configuration. What is that? My brain’s totally spaced out.
8:56 am
So I spent the last weekend of term break trying to finish off homework which should’ve been done ages ago while experiencing spasm attacks continuously at 5-minute interval. Why the spasm attacks? Chuan and I were going gaga over Gibson and Washburn electric guitars on the Net. Honestly, I just look at the Washburn WI26 or the Gibson Dark Fire and I convulse into hyperventilation. I could get a heart attack just looking at these babies.
I’d be in the middle of Googling the answers to my Chemistry homework and abruptly, either Chuan or I would burst out in a series of swear words, quickly followed by sending the link to another godlike guitar to each other. Gee, I’d bite for one of those. I really, really, REALLY want a Washburn WI26. So badly.
9:10 am
And yes, I Googled the answers to Chemistry. Joel said it was called thinking outside of the box, so it’s all good. Besides, our thickass 1 ½ inch Chemistry textbook is completely useless. So I would like to thank Google, WikiAsk and Yahoo! Answers for helping finish my homework! Well not really, but they helped. Enough. Chemistry Insights can kiss my ass.
9:42 am
Let’s jump off the burning building; we’re going to die anyway, might as well do it thoroughly.
11:27 am
The end of term break marks the comeback of homework, the reign of hectic times and frustration and anxiety. Of Math and Physics and all things nauseating. Of crap canteen food (but who says you gotta buy it right?). It also means the comeback of... BM. GROAAAAAAAAN.
I hate when the BM teacher lectures, they go on for hours at a time and let me tell you this, I am not loving the sound of her voice.
11:38 am
I could fall asleep right now. Honestly, I....
11:39 am
YAWN.
11:40 am
You know... the thing about epiphanies is that... they come in SUDDEN time, all in one swift blow to the brain. If God’s giving me an epiphany right now, it’s rather... slow. I need it in one whole dose! Please God, help me!
It’s like a bandage over a cut. Just rip it off already! It’ll hurt much more done slowly. Just pull, rip, heal. HEAL. But... why rip off the bandage now?
See how confused I am?
12:04
I just fell asleep. Oh, it can’t be helped.
****
I was right. It’s the end of the day, and yes my friends, we are, once again, without a doubt, fully loaded with homework. Homework is the work of the devil, I tell you. THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPEL-ETH YOU!
Damn. It’s still there.
Oh well, best be at it tomorrow, it’s past midnight and there’s BM tomorrow, which, without a doubt, I will fall asleep in, in perfect routine, if I don’t get to bed now. Goodnight world, die homework.