Title courtesy of Mickko Acosta. 

At long, long last, I’m finally done clearing up the trash dominating my room. Well not really. It still looks like a wasteland by Andy Hurley’s** standards. And my mother’s as well, gee, I wonder what it is with parents and their kid’s rooms? They’re always on some sort of vendetta against us about our rooms. Enough already, my room, I’ll do as I please [cue mom starts nagging at Chels to clean her room] Aww mom... [groan]. Yep, a complete wasteland.

Well not as much half an hour ago. I managed to clear away most of the papery debris that’s managed to conquer my table and my bed’s not that big of a mess anymore. Okay, so it still is. It’s gonna end up messy anyway when I go crash on it later. I managed to get some of my clothes off of the bed. More like, relocated them. So now clothes carelessly drape upon my many, many chairs.

If it’s not a wasteland, you can probably call it a Dumpster. My very own Dumpster. Yay. There are still empty junk food packets lying around (there’s dark chocolate 7 inches to my left, I don’t even like dark chocolate, what’s it doing here?), there are a couple of fruits slowly going rancid on my dresser and I think there’s a city of mould alive and thriving on what used to be a chocolate muffin right in front of me. And there’s a... a brown smudge on my table. What. Is. That?

Oh well, apart from the dust which refuses to be blown away and the steadily increasing number of food that is biodegrading in here, my room’s not so bad. At least I can still breathe. As long as I can still breathe, I’ll be fine. Trust me. [subliminal message here]

Anyway, it’s been seven days since my last entry. Needless to say, I’ve been caught in a landslide of surreal events. I’m serious. But here I am now to entertain you. ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?

School’s been... exhausting. I feel so drained out nowadays. Last Thursday, I was a walking zombie in school. Slept through the whole day, missed every single one of my lessons especially my two most favorite periods: P.E. and BM. I was half dead; I walked straight into a glass window two seconds after assuring someone I was perfectly fine. It was probably due to the emotional trauma that came over me the night before but I’m not going to talk about that now. Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy. Fall Out Boy.

On the other hand, school’s been better than most days. After playing dead last week, I’m starting to find delight in school again. Just yesterday, I’ve had the best Chemistry lesson so far. (“Chemistry is my favorite subject now. We can talk about boobs in peace,” says Izaq. One word: silicon.) We talked about elements and how some elements are all miserable and krap because the other elements are whole and complete and stuff like that. You’ll get my drift if you’re done with Year 10.

I’ll just put it this way. Some elements have complete atoms and some don’t. And the way my Chem teacher deduced it was so... relatable. “These elements are sad and miserable; they’re incomplete all they want to be whole and happy just like these elements over here.” I was like... “WHAT THE CRAP. You poor elements, I know how you feel.” But I really think I’ve lost my mind.

I can frigging relate to ELECTRONS AND ELEMENTS NOW. Who does that?!

I mean, relating to The Notebook, Bruce Almighty and Definitely, Maybe is perfectly normal. Relating to songs by Mayday Parade is perfectly normal. Relating to movies and songs are perfectly normal. Being able to relate to ATOMS AND ELECTRONS is NOT perfectly normal.

Oh, insanity just seems to be a little too fond of me. You can quote me.

But put all that aside, what I learnt in Chemistry yesterday was that sometimes to be whole, you’ve got to kick out a little instead of taking in more than you can. Of course, Chemistry-wise, it’s a little hard to explain here but I can totally relate to this... sometimes you just gotta kick out a little instead of trying to take in more, which is pretty much harder. Kick out a little, and you’ll be whole, Chelsea [cue cheesy inspirational music]. Whoa, whoever knew Chemistry can lead to a much needed life lesson/epiphany/another reason to think I’ve lost my mind? Either this all makes perfect sense to you or I really am insane.

So it’s been a really long day, I think I’ll leave it up to here for tonight. PE tomorrow. Yay. I get to show off my lousy football skills. No really, I am lousy. I’m rubbish at football, singing, BM, finishing work on time, and keeping my sanity in check. Goodnight world.

 

 

 

 

 

** Andy Hurley’s Fall Out Boy’s drummer. He’s a clean freak and is as anal as Kiks is. But his drumming skills are godlike. Believe you me.

Labels: lessons, rants, school

I just got off the phone with Ells after about a couple of hours talking non-stop. Except for the parts where I had to take a bath, she had to call someone else and running out of credit. Which is the main reason the line went dead.

What sucks is that Audrey is leaving today (you knew that, didn’t you?), in about an hour and well, Ells & I were supposed to get our asses off to the airport but no, we’re here at home. My parents can’t get off work and Ells doesn’t wanna go without me. The stupid thing is I thought her flight was at 12.20 MIDNIGHT! Not noon. I thought we had to go there at about 10 PM. Apparently, no, it was in the morning. I know I’m pretty clever but I can be such a dumbass too.

Well, Audrey if you’re reading this (probably not, you’re in the airport), Ells & I are really, very, VERY sorry we couldn’t make it. Not that I was begged to be there. Ells wanted me to go, and I just wanted to see you for the last time. Arrivedarci anyway (:

Even though we couldn’t see Audrey off, this morning has been pretty unforgettable. Which is mostly due to the fact that Ells called Josh (who’s gone absolutely AWOL), which I’m pretty sure freaked the hell outta him. The conversation went like this:

“Hello?”
“Hello?”
“Hi, uh, is this Josh?”
“Yeah, who’s this?”
(in a very, very eager & enthusiastic way)
“HI.”
“Uh..”
“Chelsea’s looking for you!”
“Um, where is she?”
“At her house. But she’s really worried that you’re not talking to her!”
“No.”
“Well, I’m gonna hang up now. Bye.”
“Okay. Bye.”
“Hanging up.”

*beep*beep*beep*

So you probably realized that Ells never told Josh who she was and yeah, I’ve been pretty much in anxiety yesterday. It’s really weird, how would you feel, if this random girl suddenly wakes you up (he was sleeping) telling you that someone’s looking for you. Not that I asked Ells to call him, I would call him if I were that worried. Okay, so I am worried. Could you blame me though?

There was this part where we tried adding him to our call, like, conferencing but the bloody thing doesn’t work. At all. Geez, why do these phone companies add in the bloody function when they don’t even work. That’s just really helpful!

When I grow up, I mean, like, when I can, I’m gonna go sue Sony Ericsson, Nokia and all those phone companies for all they’re worth. 3 way conference call? My arse!

Cause what happened was, I tried calling him while on the line with Ells but I never heard the phone ringing so we thought that maybe he DID pick up but 3 way conference calling doesn’t let the third caller speak, just listen, so that had Ells & I freaking out.

We seriously thought he had picked up and was listening to our every word. But we couldn’t hear him talking so we had these 5 second gaps to let him talk ‘cause maybe he couldn’t get a word in since we’re so talkative. Haha. Well anyway, at the first 5 second silence, we distinctly heard a low voice saying ‘hello’. Which freaked the living daylights out of the both of us, I swear! It was like, some Freddy Kruger thing. No, more like a scene in When A Stranger Calls. AAARRRRGGGGHHH.

So we thought what a stupid functionality that would be, you can call someone but they wouldn’t be able to say a thing. Therefore we called it ‘The Stalker Mode’. Cause you know when stalkers call the stalkee, they just listen to their voices with heavy bated breathing.

But I seriously thought he’d gone and died. Like, honestly. And that his ghost still roams the house ‘cause you know like, in movies where, ghostly figures can’t say a word right? So that just backed up our Joshua’s-Gone-Up-To-Heaven theory.

Well, he doesn’t go online, return my calls nor reply my message, so that pretty much had me worked up.

WHY AM I SO CONCERNED ANYWAY?!?!

I’ve lost it, oh no, I’ve finally lost it.

Well anyway, I just texted him and he is NOT dead (from what I previously thought, and I’m not kidding, I mean it literally, that’s what had me worried sick, I thought he’d gone and was pushing up daisies right now, as weird as that sounds). So it’s all good. Whew. See?

This is what happens when people don’t return my calls or reply my messages. I turn into some paranoid psychopath.

Yeah, lesson learnt for today you guys:

Always Reply Chelsea’s Messages And Return Her Calls. Or Else.

Labels: Ells, farewell, Josh, lessons, people, phone calls, random