The Best Damn Thing.

Currently listening to: Avril Lavigne's The Best Damn Thing.

If my life could be described in a song, it probably would be all the songs you've ever heard of rolled into one. Messy, loud, and annoying.

Take Avril Lavigne. She has been a huge source of inspiration in my life, next to My Chemical Romance and Eminem. But that's not the reason why I've been listening to The Best Damn Thing on repeat for the past hour . I just simply have to keep it on until I get sick of it. That's my personal remedy for songs-that-have-been-stuck-in-your-head-and-can't-get-out-even-though-
I-have-a-math-test-and-can't-concentrate.

Trust me. Sometimes, songs can be such annoying brats. They keep pestering you in the back of your mind and won't let go until you accidentally write down their lyrics instead of y=2x+c.

Let's not even go into Math, shall we? It's a deep, dark, mysterious subject that baffles me even today.

Me. A much safer topic... But that doesn't mean I'm not deep, dark and mysterious, though I try very hard to be. Take, for example, today.

"No, Natalie, I'm not going to tell you."

"Tell me."

"Nu-uh! You can't make me!"

"Hanis. Tell."

"No!"

"Tell me, before I strangle you."

"Well, uh...I...have my ways..."

"Hanis."

"What? Damn! I'm trying to be sexy and mysterious here! Give me a break, would you?"

"You're failing miserably."

A day in the life of Hanis. You would have to include getting reprimanded by the Disicpline Mistress and made to stand in the sun for five minutes without talking (GASP!) because you were making too much noise.

Or having to get extremely seasick when you ride a single deck bus home because you've become too used to the nice view from sitting on the upper deck.

Or having to constantly rush after/drool over/be run over by said double deck buses.

I think I'm too obsessed with double-decks. So much so that I'm seized by a sudden urge to throw my 16th birthday party on one. Speaking of addictions, I was reading an article in a magazine concerning glue-sniffing, and there was a small segment that read: "This is what you should do if someone offers you a glue stick."..... Or something along those lines.

It went like this.

"Hey! Come on, try it! It's cool!"

And you're apparently supposed to say:

"No, it's not cool. Glue-sniffing is dangerous, and will ruin my life."

And they go:

"It's not addictive! A few sniffs and all your worries will be gone!"

To which you reply:

"No, glue-sniffing is addictive, and I do not want to waste my life away."

I have a few problems with this article. One: You're a freaking magazine. Who are YOU to tell me what I should or shouldn't do? You're paper! You're trees! I recycle you. And therefore, I OWN you.
Two: Do you really think life is a play? Well, apparently Shakespeare thinks so, but not me, and there is no script to follow when someone offers me glue. Did you think that, if I were in that position, I would be carrying out your very weirdish article around and be reading off it like some freak?

But take some of the advice to heart, people. Glue-sniffing is dangerous, and the next time your teacher hands you some of the stuff for you to do an art project, follow above script, even if the teacher doesn't say her lines correctly.

School.

In school, I'm a Drama Elective student, where, for my O level play, I am playing the role of some old geezer in Night Mother. Her name is Thelma, and she has taken to haunting me in my dreams and saying my lines, to which I wake up screaming to.

Drama is like glue. Once you're in, you can't get out. And the addiction follows you like your shadow, everywhere you go...

Isn't it fun if you could cut away your shadow ala Peter Pan? I think I could live without mine. So in terms of plays, mine would be Peter Pan. I can so see myself yelling, "I don't wanna grow up! You can't make me!" Guys, if there ever is a casting for Peter Pan somewhere, inform me. I need to serve justice to the role.

And there you go. A sneak peek into my life. I would have continued forever with this post and be happily bitching about glue, but I fear that Hannah Montana calls.

Speaking of Hannah Montana, if you don't like her, stay away from me. I'll do a Hannah and go, "Say WhaaaaaaaaTT." And probably burst into my rendition of 'Best Of Both Worlds'.


Signing off with no-more-Avril-Lavigne-singing-in-my-head,

Hanis.