Finals
3/30/2014 12:25:00 AMYeah so lately I've been posting about un-important stuff and now I'm telling you what's currently going on with my life. So last time in the first Try Out (more or less mock exam, but they took the grade for the school grade to be hand over to the government and decides my graduation grade) and I got the second place from over 80 students!! And down below you can see my name in the second place and my grades. I got 9.00 for Indonesian, 9.20 in English (both of them basically an A), and 7,25 for both Science (triple science, too! I'm surprised I can get this high. I mean, all three of physics, biology, and chemistry mixed into one!) and Math.
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I'm so fucking proud. I beat the #1 in my school and I'm currently facing my finals now. And I've been working on my Sherlock fanfiction, but I'm slacking on it since I'm having a Writer's Block and I can't seem to think about any plot. I really need an idea. I already have some but it's off context and I prefer to do it for another story. Probably I'm making Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji) fanfiction next. I'm planning to post my Sherlock one in Easter holiday though. I need someone to proofread / BETA the story. I suck at grammar. Like really sucks. I just type whatever makes sense for me.
Besides, I'm quite mad these past few days. Why? Oh, it's just Benedict Cumberbatch, nothing else. He's currently in Malaysia watching F1 yesterday or this morning. I'm not quite sure. Am I okay, you ask? Well let me give you a picture.
Looking good, ain't he? Too god and too hot, don't you think? And do you know how far Kuala Lumpur is from Malaysia? tHREE HOURS. THREE FUCKING HOURS. I CAN EASILY GET ON A SHIP AND HUNT THIS FINE ASS MAN DOWN, BUT I CAN'T. Why? FUCKING FINALS. THAT'S WHY.
HE'S SO HOT, AND THREE HOURS AWAY FROM ME. DO I MOTHERFUCKING LOOK OKAY!?!!? /inhale/ /exhale/ /repeats five times/
I'm calm now. So and the other day, Thursday actually, my English teacher decides to troll my whole class and said that there's a special event for tomorrow (Friday). And guess what's the special event?
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Sanding all the fucking wooden tables in my class. How special. I look like a soldier just came back from war in Afghanistan and smell like a man haven't bathed in 60 years. How fucking special. Well played, sir.
I'm sleepy, so I'll sleep. #NoShitSherlock
Till next time, and excuse the grammar.
With love,
Theresa
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