27.03.2004 ~ 10:28 pm
SAT I - wasn�t too bad. but i�m striving for excellence (1600, hahahaha...), so Not Too Bad is Not Good Enough.
i honestly thought that it�d be much harder, with Maths questions that i cannot understand to save my life, words i�ve never heard before, passages as dense as the core of the earth... i didn�t expect to have time to check. not that i could be bothered to for the Maths. very clever. especially when i get my 1200 score back.
i�ve not done any preparation, though, whereas the Testmasters gang spent good money getting past papers, strategies, tips and vocab lists with the word �fart�. they knew stuff. but so did i, thanks to Buffy (Joss Whedon and Co.) and Ben Hales. Latin as well.
the test is extremely boring - it is divided into five 30 minute parts and two 15. sitters do each section at different times, as to prevent cheating. really needed to pee. couldn�t decide whether i was cold or not. giant poster of Mel Gibson�s face very distracting. i wore the �i�m with stupid� t-shirt today but no one sat to my right.
we didn�t have a ride, so much time was spent on multiple phones, giving them to other people to talk on and giving boys female names, so parents don�t think we�re going off to an orgy. in a shopping mall. i stand aside and observe casually, but i am deficient and did not pick up on anything (expect for the colour of the sky and the contrasting leaves and branches). as i result, i feel as though i�ve been entirely left out. partial-ignorance is disconcerting.
we didn�t see Starsky and Hutch after all. people split up and didn�t agree and when we did, it had already started. oh well. i bought this:
A has a t-shirt like that. i saw it in APUSH and shouted,
�i want your shirt!� the class looked at me oddly. �...but not your boyfriend.�
she said that it refers to Mr. Affleck. so why don�t they make ones for his best friend, Mr. Damon?
some guy was giving away free t-shirts for a new film called The Destroyer. it has a skull on it. i plan to pin a pink bow on it. i need ribbon.
we stayed for ages in a shop which sold very low quality Surprise Surprise type things that look much better from afar. i was tired, but they didn�t sell shoes. it was decorated to preteen, bubble-gum tastes, and all were tiny, flesh-baring things. strangely, this shop is called:
it is owned by someone oriental, and none of my friends got the joke. i thought it was spelt �booyaka(sha)� anyway.
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