Kounxil Elekshens!

so ekxiting! School is so hip n happenin'! Ahhh! So nomination is now over. For those who self-nominated, your skin is as thick as moses lim's ass. In fact, it's so thick that you have just rendered the missile shield system obsolete. Your ego's size is between that of the earth and the universe while your shame is either smaller than an electron or non-existent. I know some people will be offended, but fret not, this is just training for the abuse that you'll get after you become a councillor.

For those who got nominated by your peers, great job! This shows that people want to follow your lead. Either that or they want to stand behind you for easier backstabbing. Anyway, a great future lies ahead of you! If you don't run for council that is. You should quit while your popularity still lies intact. If you run, don't fall and remember to tie your shoelaces. Your road ahead is murky and sinister. Will you be tempted to the dark side?

The whole process of nomination seems fun and all, and everyone was so excited. While I was sitting in one corner of the room, twirling my pen thinking who I should nominate. If it's a good friend, well, I wouldn't nominate him because more time with the Council means less time with me, which is detrimental. If it's an asshole, I wouldn't nominate him either because I don't wanna see it spewing fart and shit all over the stage. And the asshole's picture would be like a hole in the council noticeboard? Yucks so obscene.

So in the end, I nominated the most suitable candidate. My civics tutor. For her undeniable talent in Mathematics that would be no doubt essential to the student council. And her excellent stewardship of the class. I mean, everybody listens to her. Where else can you find such a respected leader? And she saw me write it. Oh my. I'm envisioning my glowing testimonial at the end of j2. I must be the first student to nominate her for the council. Thinker, leader, pioneer.

So I'm feeling quite mean and hyper today. Because Liverpool lost. 2-0 to Benfica. Peter the crouching tiger couldn't score. Neither could Fouler the foul player. And so Liverpool lost. Cheers.