I'm BACK!

So I have really been not so great at keeping this up.

HOWEVER, I have renewed my resolve, and decided to start blogging again. Mostly because I am lonely and my only contact with human life is through my beloved new computer game, Sims 3.

Possibly the most terrific life-substitute anyone could ever ask for, in my mind!

Did you know, I spend so much time playing Sims 3 that I only blink about twice an hour so my eyes turn red and I have difficulty seeing/brushing my hair/petting my dog (just the other day he was mistaken for a cushion - not that surprising until you find out my cushion is blue). My dog has been resembling Jesus Christ a lot of late but you know, less holy and more brown and furry. Still, he does insist on wrapping himself in blankets and proclaiming himself the Messiah.

Enough with the ramblings. Since I don't really feel the urge to completely update y'all (isn't that what the kids are saying nowadays? - as my great friend RWP would say) on my life, I shall just talk.... and talk and talk.

We're on transition week right now, which nobody seems to actually know the point of. We do a lot of sitting and listening, or in my case sleeping, in the darkened recesses of the school. Today I was enjoying a particularly pleasant nap in... - well I don't know what it was 'cus I was sleeping! -and I was awoken by a sharp bang on my desks. I got very annoyed with the boys as I was having a dream about playing Sims 3 (that didn't sound so sad in my head). I also spent some time doing some vaguely impossible test, which we are all meant to do to prove the KGV teachers aren't teaching us a load of rubbish. This hypothesis was sadly disproven as Year 12s all across the SSC (the crude watering hole with peeling linoleum floors and the lingering smell of vomit and dead skin that they try and pass off as our senior common room) scratching there head it pure WTF-ness. WTF-ness, adj, in the act of being befuddled and distressed at the fact that your teachers haven't taught you anything and your finals are coming up.

'Am currently in the process of writing a document which is called a personal statement. Since I haven't the foggiest what this 'personal statement' is, I do not know how to write it, will not write it, will write in my blog instead, drop out of school, catch swine flu and die - or so they imply!

Talking of our beloved porcine disease (the fact that it does not come from pigs, but from Mexicans instead troubles me greatly in terms of racial stereotypes) Hong Kong government has declared an all out war on it. I don't particularly know why, as it doesn't seem particularly life threatening to me (though it would be slightly disconcerting if I grew a snout and suddenly had an affinity for taking mud baths), but I am quite enjoying the Armageddon atmosphere the government and media have created by over reacting to the 'pandemic'. A very serious form tutor has informed me that schools may close down on friday, I felt like grabbing said serious tutor and doing an Irish Jig with him, but I am afraid he would have locked me up, where I belong.

Jigging into the sunrise,

Cass