They don't love you like I love you

I’ve been blogging miscellaneous things lately. I guess it’s because I have to make up for two weeks of un-blogging. Right now I want to tell you one thing I’ve been longing for a long time.

That’s right. I want to be class president.

Am I desperate to be a class officer? Certainly yes. It’ll feel like winning the jackpot if ever you were voted as one. Sigh. Being class president will give you lots of benefits; a guarantee that you’re liked by the whole class is one. The teachers will praise you for everything you do. Plus, a stairway to success. Honestly, the real reason why I wanted to be class president is because of benefit #1. I want to be liked by all of my classmates.

But you can’t please everyone, right? Sometimes I have that desire stuck in my head I forget I am a Theresian writer. I could always say, At least I work in Theresian Mag. So much for talent and college credential. Plus, being class president will take you lots of responsibility and headache. Now, off to better things.

I’m heading for Highway to Hell (like the AC/DC song) this week. Every single day of the week we have at least one long test. Radio presentation for MPAD will be up tomorrow. (Wish us luck!) Aside from that, I am not certain what the future will hold. So this weekend, I went online for long hours, updated my accounts, and sat here in the dark room blogging about random shizz. Speaking of random, I don’t have Macbook but I downloaded Photobooth on my desktop. How did I do it?

Google and YouTube.


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