The life of a student is really simple. Wake up unwillingly, bathe unwilllingly, go to school unwillingly, do homework unwillingly, go home unwillingly, sleep unwilligly. Ahh, what is life.

Of course, for fabulous people, like me, it's a little different. I gotta like, wake up earlier to set my hair, make sure it doesn't look like bed hair, check my uniform to make sure it passes the rules, but slightly breaking it too. I've got a reputation to keep, as the awesomest dude in school.

If you're wondering what was all those babbling was about, I shall be a good person and let you wonder. After all, it might be listed in one of the "Seven Wonders of the World."

Remember school times, when the teachers used to ask us to write an essay named "Me"? Yeah I'm writting it now. It's only me me me. Other people are irrelavant peasants who can just eat their cupcakes without bothering me.

The name's Opparh Himfrey Rella. You can call me Oppa for short. My mom gave it to me, in hope of having a daughter named after Oprah Winfrey. Too bad mom, life disappoints. You get stuck with an Oppa for your life. But hey, people love me and my name. I secretly question their IQ. *in a corner someone sneezed*

I am, 177 cm tall. I don't hunch my back, I don't shake my leg, I don't smoke, I don't break rules or hearts or bones. A perfectly good student. But this perfectly good student has a single problem. Which is everything.

Which is another reason I'm writting. Since it's me, I'm free to speak my thoughts. So teachers if you're looking at this, please take it to the meetings and discuss the matters.

I need a candy machine and a coffee machine. Just for me. The good student.

Where was I, ohh my height. Pass. Let's talk about my ambition now okay.

I wanna have a job. That doesn't require me to sit around all day for six hours. That doesn't require me to move around that much. That doesn't need brain power. All I need to do, is talk.

Which I found the perfect job for me. A radio DJ. I can just blabber random stuff and whatever that comes into my mind. Would people want to listen to me? Of course, I'm the awesomest dude remember.

Let's skip that since it's nothing interesting. You know what's interesting? Girls.

But that, is another whole new story.

Uuhhhhh, okay. Wasn't exactly what I thought it would turn out to be.
Just a random paragraph of random blabbering. Wasted memory and computer space.

*pyyong*