11/11/11 11:11

Thanks to the numerous Facebook groups, as well as the convenient red and black flower reminders*, it should be no surprise that yesterday was the "all significant Holy Grail" of the superstitious.

What you probably don't know was that yesterday also marked another important event - the first night of getting more than 7 hours of sleep in over a month, for me. WHOOPEE! I think that fact alone deserves a mini-celebration...

On the other hand, this meant that not only did I sleep through the PM 11/11/11 11:11, I missed the most epic wish-making opportunity (and corduroy appreciating moment) for the next 100 years! :( On the other hand, I woke up extremely well-rested this morning, which I suppose was a reasonable trade-off (opportunity cost, anyone?).

So. What have I got to say for myself, after disappearing for more than a month? Er. Turns out, quite a bit. 

Well... it is officially second term, meaning that the first semester is halfway over! It is also 42 days, 4 hours, 28 minutes to Christmas! Not that I'm superdupertotallycompletelyweirdly excited about it. Definitely not. (Which is why I've started to decorate my room for the holidays already. ;)

He's not quite ready yet. 

Time is flying by at a breakneck speed (Yay! Implied metaphor usage!), and in the blink of an eye, it seems as if I've once again changed so much from the Richard III-obsessed, economics noob, Pottermore snob I was a month prior.

Before there are any misunderstandings, I have not suddenly become an economics guru. In fact, my entry into understanding the deep and vastly complicated subject can be compared to dipping a raisin on a fondue fork into a Pacific Ocean-sized chocolate pot (Somebody's hungry...).

AKA barely. But hey, at least I'm finally starting to "think like an economist" (like my teacher is always reminding us to do). By that, I mean my sudden "Eureka" moments during the most unpredictable times, such as when at the grocery store, or listening to the radio. It is like a unstoppable virus. I fear that Econ is invading my very mind and soul!

Perhaps I am being a tad overdramatic (meiosis!). 

Which brings me to my next point. In English, we have graduated from studying Shakespeare to analysing a more modern work, specifically Such a Long Journey by Rohinton Mistry. And of course, to help us with understanding the author's use of words, we have employed the help of LITERARY DEVICES! (Why do I sound so excited? x)

Hence the seemingly random parenthesized terms I had included earlier in this post. The novel itself is very interesting, and is rich in description throughout. It had quite an interesting plotline, about a middle-class Indian family man living in Bombay (Mumbai) during the Indo-Pakistani war, whose average life becomes increasingly unusual after he gets mixed up in some secretive government business.

I won't reveal too much, in fears of unintentionally spoiling anything, but I highly recommend all to give it a read. Just beware of some . . . graphic sexual scenes. If those kind of things make you uncomfortable, perhaps this isn't the best choice.

What's next? Things in History and French are pretty much the same, I supposed. Standard curriculum, but lots of sucettes pour moi. It's odd, it seems like the older we get, the more bribing with candy teachers do. No jokes! My economics teacher LOVES making deals with us using candy, our history teacher uses them as rewards for good behaviour, and our French teacher offers "sucettes." 

It is only a matter of time before my English teacher gives in to the temptation. It is quite a sweet (pun intended) deal - getting students to do whatever you want by offering nothing but candy. Oh, the things we teens do for candy nowadays!

Parents, don't get any ideas.

Anyhow, back to the topic. Say, 633 words later, what exactly is my point?

*silence*

Any ideas?

*crickets chirping* <- No idea how this would work as it is presently not the ideal temperature for them to dwell outside, at least, not where I live...

Okay. Hm. Time to employ the famed IB BSing skills!

*Ahem*

In conclusion, due to the aforementioned statements that a) time is flying by at breakneck speed; b) Economics is invading my mind and soul; and c) teens will do almost anything for candy nowadays...

I will stop blogging, and go negotiate a chore for which my parents will pay me in candy that I can eat before I sleep tonight! WIN!

In epic randomness and always yours,

THE HOPPING GRASS

*I was informed by a friend recently that NOT every country has the practice of wearing poppies on Remembrance day? Anyone care to enlighten me?