A Mild Malaise

May 28th, 2007

tonight, i am a clown performing an elaborate balancing act - i have : a SAT textbook in my lap, a bowl of risotto on my knee, a mug of lovely hot chocolate topped with strawberries n cream in my left hand, whilst my right hand twirls a pencil around, and at the same time i am tilting a big Yes/No decision in my head. not to mention struggling to remember how to solve geometric progressions : a filthy mathematical concept to find the number of fish left in a lake on the 18th of April if the 1000 fish in the lake on the 4th of April keeps reducing by half every 5 days, and other ridiculously weird situations like that.

i finished prepping for my SAT Critical Reading and Writing section yesterday. not even halfway through it all, i was already despondent, woebegone, miserable, dismal, crestfallen and just downright depressed. apparently, i have absolutely no grasp on English grammar whatsoever. all those A’s in English mean nothing now that i am made aware of the fact that i do not know when to correctly use ‘who’ and ‘whom’.

and i never knew it was wrong to use the phrases ‘between you and i’ or ‘i am well’, or that it was this difficult to see eye-to-eye with subject-verb agreements. and now i’d rather be commatose than have to deal with punctuation. sigh sigh sigh. with every word that i blog, i am reminded of how pathetic my english language faculties are, and that i will most probably flunk my SAT if i dont learn to navigate the swamps of prepositions and pronoun-antecedent marriages within the next 3 days. as of now, i am most certainly not well good.

i am in Mars right now, because i thought egg tarts and Martian would help me study. WRONG. i have not had an egg tart since i got here, and Martian keeps lording his vocabulary superiority over me when it comes to those annoying SAT words. i read out to him the words i didnt know - penury, adroit, vituperation, truculent, platitude, neologism and chicanery - and he smugly started to rattle off all the definitions!!! and then he went “ask me some more!!!!” wtf wtf wtf dear god why is my boyfriend such a show off. i’m feeling very indignantly competitive right now. must remember from now on never again to date boys with vocabularies bigger than mine. inferiority complex to the power of ten.

and yes we got back together *twiddles thumbs* everybody shaddup ah. dont say anything.

this morning, i shut Martian’s wardrobe a little bit too hard and the entire shelf came tumbling down, clothes and cologne and scarves and all. fark. and then i couldnt put the shelf back, double fark. i thought Martian wouldnt love me anymore when he comes back and sees what i’ve done, but not only did he still love me, he also brought me back a salad. awwww, baby. <3

stress, panic, a lack of egg tarts and an impending cloud of doom suspended above my head aside, i am actually a very happy person this week :)

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