On Top of the World

I FEEL ON TOP OF THE WORLD!

NO HOMEWORK WOOOOOOOOOOOT

I LOVE YOU TEACHERS. SPRING BREAK IS AWESOME.

 

:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D

 

And I’m writing an essay for this writing competition thingy, and I think that you should join, too!

Imean, it’s too late for this year’s, but next year. (The essay’s due today by 11:59.)

It’s called sejong something I forget (http://www.sejongculturalsociety.org/writing/current/essay.php). And luckily, it’s not in Korean. It’s open to all races, cultures, nationalities, and age. Well,

up to eighth grade. So I’m at the advantage here.

 

I don’t think I’m going to win, but it’s free (admission), and it’s better to do something than nothing.

 

That’s it for today.

TY A HAND!

MOVING

MOVING MOVING MOVING VAN MOVING MOVING

I have moved my workstation.

I have gone up a few levels.

Doesn’t that sound good?

It sounds like I’ve been promoted.

 

Well, I’m sorry to say, I’m not that old.

I have just moved my workspace from the basement to my room, which is the second floor. (Basement is Floor 0.)

I have moved my computer thingy, my backpack, and etc. upstairs.

I am now in my room.

 

It’s messy. D’;

 

But it’s warmer than the basement. :3

 

I hope my moving-of-workstation is beneficial towards my work.

I hope.

 

 

That’s all I have today.

 

Oh, and update on Operation Nail: I repainted them, except for my pinky. Pinky is special. :D

 

Until then,

[Insert Signature Here]

Update: Operation Nail

Well, Operation Nail (so I’ve come to name it), is not going well.

It is only the something-eth day, perhaps the fourth or fifth or third day, but I have peeled off all of the nail polish except for one finger. It started when half of the nail polish on one of my fingers was gone. It was SOOOO tempting.
So I could not resist uh

“finishing the work.”

Then I had to

uh

‘finish the work’ for eight other fingers.

Currently the nail on my fourth finger on my left hand is still covered in nail polish. The other nine are not.

D;

 

I’m starting to doubt if this works, but at least I haven’t picked at my nails yet.

Only, since I have unpeeled the nail polish, I am starting to get a bit more tempted.

AGHHHHHHHH

Must. Put. Nail. Polish. On. Before. Mother. Notices.

 

GAHHHH please wish my nails luck. They are desperate.

 

Well, that’s my update so far on Operation Nail.

My Last Attempt

My fingernails will die soon, if I continue.

Continue what, do you ask?

Continue killing them.

According to my mother, although I myself do not know for sure, because I am so used to it, my fingernails look scary.

Well, I thought they were normal, but after looking at my mom’s fingernails and my brother’s fingernails and my dad’s fingernails, I realized that maybe my fingernails are a bit unique.

Because I torture my nails.

So then my mother threatened to take me to the NAIL SHOP THINGYMAJIGER to get it ‘done.’ I have no idea. She said that once I realize what it looks like normal (with nail polish on it. D;), I won’t pick at it.

I do not want to go to a nail shop thingymajiger. I do not. I don’t know about you, but I do not want a stranger looking at my scary nails and fixing them for me and stuff, I don’t know, it just gives me a weird feeling.

So I begged her no, that I’d just put nail polish on my nails by myself and then I’ll just fix it somehow like that.

And then, although I thought we did not have nail polish, I found some in my mother’s room. So I used it.

 

So my misson has begun.

My last attempt to not kill my nails.

Apparently, it’s not good for the nail-health.

Do you really need surgery at one point? I don’t believe that one.

 

Well, anyhow, wish my nails luck, because they are dying.

Mirror

There is no mirror in life. That is what makes me so sad.

People cannot see their own mistakes, like a mirror. They can only see others. There is no mirror in life.

It’s sad. Because there is a mirror for appearance, we find ourselves interested in appearance as well as our outerwear. What I wear, what I look like.

But do we often look at our personalities in the mirror? Maybe it is because there is no such mirror, that we do not do this often.

So often do people criticize others while, if they had looked in the mirror, they would probably realize that they are criticizing themselves as well.

Sometimes I think this.

Do I like myself?

And this is not that kind of question, where it is to measure your self esteem or that kind of crab.

I mean, if I was someone else, would I like me? So there were two of me, only I didn’t know the other me was me, would I like me? Would I?

I don’t know.

I don’t think so.

 

Well, if you wouldn’t, that probably means that (1) you need to start fixing yourself, and (2) you are a hypocrite.

I’d just like to drop in and say that.