My new favourite catchphrase is: "I wrote a blog about that."
Not that I've even published that many - I'm on fourteen posts or so, but a few billion drafts.
I write them all in maths class lately. The other day I accidentally referred to it as 'Blog Class', which is equal parts lame as it is concerning for my academic future.
But hey, I got the grade I wanted despite that - big red letters saying "HOLISTIC LOW excellence", which is apparently good - means I just scraped the top grade.
In some ways, that feels more offensive than a Merit. The teacher even pulled me aside at the end and pointed out every error, as I tried to sneak out as quickly as possible before he could change his mind and move me down to Merit again.
I got moderated on that test, as per usual - I don't think I've gone unmoderated for a good few years. My teacher says it's because I'm always borderline. I think the correct term nowadays is bipolar, but I'll let it slide.
Joking. I'm never good at showing when I'm joking or serious in real life, though. I think most people in my life think I'm really, really stupid - when I'm actually only moderately so.
It's funny how we call weather bipolar, but never autistic or ADHD or something. What happened to inclusion?
I don't even know what I'm typing anymore. I've been listening to the Barenaked Ladies too much at the moment, so I've been thinking in their weird sort of way.
That's enough writing for now - I should probably get back to the median weight of the population of Kiwi Birds. God, that's so New Zealander.
