Yesterday was below average, i would say. im no longer in the habit of declaring things like "dammit life sucks" after certain events from last year, but i have to say yesterday wasnt exactly the best day of my life. i boarded the bus to school early in the morning and sat down. a few seconds later i feel water on my pants legs. initially i thought maybe the air-con was leaking, but looking down i realised that my bottle had opened itself in my bag, spilling water inside to the extent that it had started leaking through the canvas fabric and onto my pants. most of the notes and other papers in my bag got wet (though mostly only slightly, because i keep them in a separate compartment from my bottle; like i always say, there's always a bright side to everything), and to top it all off the water went into my pocket and basically fried my phone. now im using an NS-grade phone and have a phobia of carrying a water bottle to school.
tomorrow is H3 maths test number 2 :X in case you've forgotten, test 1 ended with me getting 8/52 so... hopes are not very high here. personally i would be jumping through the roof as long as i can get a double digit score. and on a related note, i failed the organic chem test, got 10/25, and mr low's not exactly jumping for joy right now. i admit that i got what i deserved this time, cos admittedly i spent a grand total of about 5min studying for this test. he didnt put me down for the remedial group because he believes that i can catch up on my own, but really im not as confident as he is.
now's about the time where just about every other sport CCA besides hockey has their A divs. a few victories here and there, and i congratulate all those involved, but on the whole the NJC sports scene is just a depressing as ever. more often than not i see my friends return licking their wounds, and it really brings me back to how i felt when we were kicked out of our A divs. the experience for small sport CCAs like those in NJC seems nearly universal: no matter how great the odds are and how unlikely it is that they will go far, they always go in brimming with hope and aspiration, and even though they may not say it, all will secretly long to touch the untouchable star, to feel the cool touch of gold on their fingertips. yet, as to be expected anywhere outside of a soap drama, these hopes will more often than not be dashed, and the feeling of failure will still crush them regardless of how expected and even inevitable their loss was. and it hurts me to admit that bitter experience has taught me that in this stage, nobody can say anything to make them feel better, and the only thing i as a friend can do is to be there for them once they recover.
two awesome songs today. this one was from Pinkly Smooth, a side band of Synyster Gates and The Rev from A7X. their style, mainly attributed to The Rev, is unlike anything i've heard before; it's nearly like "jazz metal", if there's such a thing, mixed in with a bit of metalcore. The Rev could have made this so big...
and this one is from Imogen Heap, an electronica musician. if you've heard Whatcha Say by Jason Derulo, chances are you'll recognise the catchy hook in this song. i love how there is no background accompaniment in the song, and all the attention is focused on her beautifully harmonised vocals. it just has an unexplainably captivating feel to it:
