27/09/2009

Wow… Can’t believe myself at the awesome job I’ve done. I’ve managed to write two tragic flash stories with a tenderness connected to them. Both I dedicate to all those cancer patients out there! It sure feels good to do something nice for others. Unfortunately, this won’t be doing much good I guess since it’ll be either locked up in my locker or in the drawer of my study table at home.

Anyway, it was really hectic last week. With me being elected as the student body president for the cultural fest that our school decided to host, the whole of my week was pretty much a drive down the fast lane. It’s a surprise I even got any time to work on those short stories. And just when I thought that my life couldn’t suck any more, something worse just happened.

Well, what happened is that I got a new locker. Well, getting a new locker isn’t really bad but in my case, it’s right next to the ladies’ restroom. Okay, I know guys would kill to have a locker there but I sure as hell didn’t like it one bit. Not only is it bad enough that I get weird glances when I’m taking out the books from my locker, but some girls hang back to chat.

I’ve been a victim of so many spontaneous chats recently that I guess I should place a restraining order or something on all girls going to that restroom in school. But then again, that would be a pretty cruel thing to do and not really practical. Yes, I admit it, if it were practical… I’d have definitely done it!

So not only is my life like really messed up with all of my bipolar suicidal emotions, hectic schedules, fake popularity, and a locker next to the ladies’ restroom, I’ve got to deal with the fact that I forget my locker code from time to time. 9374, how hard is that supposed to be to remember? Somehow I can never remember it!

I literally have it saved in my phone and written on a piece of paper I keep in my wallet. It sure doesn’t help the situation because having to look at my locker code most of the time ends up delaying me in getting my books and making me vulnerable to the “glare” and “let’s walk in pair” situations with the girls coming out.

Maybe I should go to Mr. Travis to get my locker changed or something. Though considering the fact that he’s a grouch and a huge pain in the neck, I’m not really hopeful about it. Why the hell do I always get stuck in weird situations like this? Why can’t I have a normal peaceful sad life instead of constant chaos and unpredictability? Maybe, I’ll never truly get the answer to that for I’m not sure such an answer even exists.