We're Like A Time Bomb

Okay, so first of all, I only entitled this blog "We're Like A Time Bomb" because a certain song called Time Bomb is stuck in my head. As in. I can hear it now...


Dynamite by Taio Cruz. Firework by Katy Perry. Grenade by Bruno Mars. Now it's Time Bomb by All Time Low. Are they suggesting World War III or...

No relation to my topic at all.


Okay.


Today is March 1, 2011. Just a few more days and school's over. FREAKING FREEDOM I CANNOT WAIT TO STUFF MY FACE WITH ICE CREAM AND CRAP AND BOOKS AND AJSDFHLASDKJFHASDLFKJ


So, since the year's ending soon, I'm gonna talk about the stuff I learned this year...


NUMBER ONE: There's always a boy around when the girls have VERY DISTURBING AND GROSS topics. If there's no boy around, the topics aren't that interesting. What does this mean? I can't even...


NUMBER TWO: It's SO MUCH harder to cram in high school. (But it still works)


NUMBER THREE: So much more SARCASM. Good side: I keep winning fights against my siblings. Bad side: Grown-ups don't appreciate it.


NUMBER FOUR: You have to take high school seriously if you wanna enter college. (Of course, you can always drop out and form a band...)


NUMBER FIVE: THERE'S SO MUCH YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND IT KILLS YOU!


NUMBER SIX: I'm not a girl, not yet a woman.


NUMBER SEVEN: Girls tend to be more violent than boys in PE. 


NUMBER EIGHT: You're always too much of something. "You're so noisy!" "You're so quiet!" "Eat more!" "Stop eating!" "Why'd you sleep so early last night?" "Why were you up so late last night?"

NUMBER NINE: All the awesome people leave.


NUMBER TEN: I'm a lazy, procrastinating pig and I hate it.


NUMBER ELEVEN: I've gotten stranger and weirder.

NUMBER TWELVE: The more answers I get, the more questions I ask.


NUMBER THIRTEEN: I suck at comforting people and giving life-changing sermons and advice.


NUMBER FOURTEEN: It's pronounced MIH-NOH-TAWR not MAI-NOH-TAWR.


NUMBER FIFTEEN: I WILL NEVER FULLY UNDERSTAND THE BIBLE NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY AJKSDFHALSDKJFASLDJKFHASLDKJFHALSKJDFHALKJSDHF;AKSDFJ;ALSKDJF;AKLSJDF;KLAJSD;FKLAD


NUMBER SIXTEEN: Banana dipped in toyomansi is yummy.

NUMBER SEVENTEEN: Hormones suck 'cause you feel different stuff for no apparent reason. 


NUMBER EIGHTEEN: Sometimes, it's better to shut up.


NUMBER NINETEEN: Don't beg people to tell you their secrets. If they don't wanna tell you, It's THEIR CHOICE.


NUMBER TWENTY: You have no idea what you wanna be when you grow up. 


NUMBER TWENTY-ONE: My classmates have moles in very random places.


NUMBER TWENTY-TWO: Moles are actually diseases.


NUMBER TWENTY-THREE: Totyaah's mom is awesome, and so is her family.


NUMBER TWENTY-FOUR: Time to start making some decisions on your own. The hardest ones are always the one thrown at you.


NUMBER TWENTY-FIVE: People should just hate each other directly instead of being plastic and making things more complicated.


NUMBER TWENTY-SIX: Even when you tell the truth, nobody believes you.


NUMBER TWENTY-SEVEN: Australian accents are so awesome. Say "raise up lights". You're saying "razor blades" with an Australian accent.


NUMBER TWENTY-EIGHT: People change, whether you like it or not.


NUMBER TWENTY-NINE: I can keep other people's secrets, but I can't keep my own. I don't even have any piece of information about me I can call a secret. I'm an open book.


NUMBER THIRTY: Remember the little things.


NUMBER THIRTY-ONE: Never stop learning.


NUMBER THIRTY-TWO: Teenagers nowadays are only interested in music and food. 


NUMBER THIRTY-THREE: I have to learn to freaking THINK before I act djfaldksjfhalsdkjfhajsd


NUMBER THIRTY-FOUR: This blog is getting too long.


NUMBER THIRTY-FIVE: I actually learned a lot. I thought this blog would be three paragraphs long, but it got so much I decided to enumerate it.




I learned SO MUCH MORE things this year, you'll be asleep before it's finished. So, I'll just say that this year was interesting and weird. I loved it, though. Not every single bit, but most of it. How about next year? Will it be more fun? Will there be new students? Will I be in trouble more, or less? Will All Time Low come to the Philippines? Will Paramore add the dudes they're using for the South America Tour? Will the fourth book of the Inheritance Cycle be released? Will I become a better person? (Wow naman)



Well, I'll cross that bridge when I get there.




2011,




YOU CANNOT DESTROY ME.

(I always say stuff like that. Last time, I said, "2010, BRING. IT. ON." I don't even know where I got it. I love ending stuff like that. It makes everything more interesting and challenging and sort of leaves you hanging there like, "What IS gonna happen?" Okay. Bye.)