Heydays That Were.

24 hours into November. A few commonly-breached social norms on Facebook & Twitter.

• Excessive exclamation marks!!! Like yeah you're so excited!!!! Whatt!!!!!=
• Liking _every_ single status update of yours. C'mon, please.
• Liking _every_ single status update of mine. It's not that bad, but are you seriously so at a loss for words? Comment please.
• Commenting on _every_ status update of mine, in a carefree - care-less manner. Even when I'm serious. Please?
• Twitter - Status updating every 10 minutes while you're online for hours on end. *Clicks unfollow button*
• Excessive exclamation marks!!! Again!!!!

Less than 24 days away from the day. But. Not worth talking up.

Life is not what I thought it was, twenty four hours ago. And I'm not who I thought I was either. ~ Switchfoot

And I gotta say. Hey, cheer up =)

(I'm not capable of scuffing together more than 2 related sentences at the moment, do bear with).

And hey, I'm dreaming of people I never get to meet in real life. How real can you get? :)

Working with 140 characters has dulled my writing! Oh noes.

Well, alright. I went to school today! Amazing, not? And guess what. We had Add Maths lecture in the PSM, with a non-functioning speaker setup, and a portable PA setup, just with the A in it (read: no mike!). Ha. So lecture turns to "lecture", and there you have it. Teachers just go around helping students who ask. And the rest do what they do best.

They played Connect 5, I played Connect 4 with them (Arnold, Adrian, Joshua Yau, Lee Eu Chris). Then recess was awesome as freshly-fried Hash Browns. Continue with attempts at Additional Maths (which was apparently in latin), and everyone wavered off. I attempted sleep, which was successful bar a Chris unintentionally nudging me with his attempts to play Connect (Word?).

Then Dahrick falls over in his chair halfway, shouting for help from Daneish "Dan" Selvakumar, which was to no avail given his gay tone in screaming "help!". He then falls all the way, dropping his eraser into a giant crevice at the window (PSM is stadium-esque seating, with a raised platform and a distinct lack of professionalism). Elden Mah retrieved it, and we discovered the printing press of Anderson! One up on Gutenberg, ha!

School ended in a bunch of uneventful minutes, and we were off! And so am I now.