Some days are just like this

All right. Being human, I freely admit that I've had my share of bloopers. Mistake some random guy for my dad? Check. Lock myself out of the house? Check. I'd go on, but there are just way too many. But this case, now this one, really takes the cake.

All along, I've accepted the fact that I'm going to NYP. I've been telling whoever asked that NYP is my school, and been saying it with pride. I mean, NYP is a good school. It's cool. And I was ready to fight tooth and nail to defend it against anyone who dared to insult it. That's me, loyal to end. Just like a dog, and hell I'm proud of that fact! :)

And now I find that I'm in TP.
Oops.

Man, I feel like the world is screwing around with me. Sick joke, huh? Just when I've made my peace and accepted that NYP is my new home, in comes my poly enrollment package telling me that oh, congratulations, my initial appeal was accepted and I'm relocated to TP instead.

......................

But no matter. It is a good thing. You won't hear me badmouthing other schools (unless I have a really good and personal reason to), but believe me, talk smack about my school and I will come at you with kunai and shuriken. {I've been reading Naruto-based fanfic, let me indulge myself!} And after all that, I'll tear your head off. Rawr.

So... I'm officially a TP student, and I'm still the same as always. Who cares if I don't go to NP or NYP? I mean, it won't make a difference. If I don't contribute to the school, I'm just basking in borrowed glory. I'll make my own glory for my school, thankyouverymuch. I'll just be TP's Cheryl Fox/Justin Ang. Maybe even better. Believe it! {Again, this comes from reading too much Naruto-based fanfic, what can I say.}

I am an NYP-turned-TP-ian, hear me roar.
Or bark.

Woof.

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