hai.
lol. this journal is going to be filled with rants and RANTS ONLY. (i think)
well, maybe i'll post some of my finished one shots.. once they're finished...someday.
anyway, i'm going to rant about today, a.k.a the first day of senior high school a.k.a. MOS or MASA ORIENTASI SISWA or something like, new students' orientation week..or something.
yeah.
so last friday, i went to school and we made groups for MOS activities. thank god laras is one of my groupmates, because the others...well...idek how to say it. we got along well, actually. the girls are completely fine, but the BOYS. god. yes, they're friendly but SERIOUSLY, I THINK THEY SHIT THEIR BRAINS. BECAUSE GOSH, WE JUST CANT SEEM TO COOPERATE WITH THEM.
we're supposed to make our group jingle, and i already got the tune using gaga's poker face and the lyrics too, but the boys are too stupid to even realize that IT'S ALREADY DONE. i mean, wtf.
and we made our choreography, right, and they were too busy laughing at themselves and i was yelling my heart out to make them stop and just SEE, LISTEN, AND COPY. god. they werent hard AT ALL. and oh, i forgot to mention that i'm the fucking leader of the group. well, dugh. that's the main reason why i freaked out about all this.
finally, the jingle is finished and so we have to come up with an idea to perform something ENTERTAINING for our seniors to watch on wednesday. we talked trough bbm and i specifically told them to simply join the conversation because i'm too tired to think and i'm not feeling really well, since my tonsils fucking expanded because of the fucking chocolates i ate yesterday. so i took medicines but still.
and now, i'm abusing the caps in the group chat, thinking that they'll get my actual point, that we're going to SING old indonesian songs, that's fixed, and i'm searching for ideas to make it more ENTERTAINING, that they can ACTUALLY DO. NOT JUST BLURTING OUT BULLSHITS.
after my dramatic ending, i stayed away from the chat, demanding that they HAVE TO COME UP WITH IDEAS THAT'LL MAKE OUR PERFORMANCE WORK, and i mean WORK as in the seniors are entertained and NOT JUST SIMPLY PERFORM IT CRAPPILY.
ok. i know i dont make any sense but please.
as the leader, the urge to check how the guys' doing really bothered me so i checked them and some of them are still able to innocently say "what are we going to do next wednesday?"
WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO MY ASS.
I WAS TALKING ABOUT IT THE WHOLE TIME, PANICKING AROUND BECAUSE A SENIOR KEPT ASKING ME WHAT WE'LL DO.
I'VE CLEARLY SAID THAT WE'LL SING. WHY CANT YOU JUST MOVE A FEW MUSCLES ROLLING YOUR TRACKBALLS TO SCROLL UP, AND READ THE PREVIOUS CONVERSATION.
IT'S NOT HARD, AT ALL. EXCEPT IF YOU LOST YOUR FINGERS IN AN ACCIDENT A FEW HOURS AGO WHEN YOU WERE HEADING HOME.
God, please, give them brains.
and working ones.
i truly care about this performance because THIS IS HIGH SCHOOL. we aint gonna get this kind of treatment anywhere anymore. this is our last chance. MAKE IT WORTHY PLEASE. AND PLUS, I'M THE FUCKING LEADER OF THE GROUP. I WANT TO MAKE A GOOD IMPRESSION TO THE SENIORS, GOSH.
i'm not going to waste high school doing useless stuff. i'm going to get better at all aspects and do all the things i havent got the chance to do in junior high. SO PLEASE. PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
and now they're telling me to change the song.
ok. tell the scary senior yourselves.
and SEARCH FOR THE SONG SO I WONT HAVE TO SEARCH ALL OVER AGAIN.
DO I REALLY HAVE TO POP FUCKING IDEAS AND REVISE ALL OF YOURS?
WE'RE A FUCKING GROUP HERE.
PLAY YOUR PARTS PLEASE.
OKAY. PEACE.