I PASSED!!!!

*grins madly*

I can FINALLY drive... whoo yea... now I can cross off 'learn how to drive' from my list of things to do.

=)

Tata

I said I'd do it and do it I will. The ultimate challenge, I mean. Even if it's gonna be really lame. I got to get to SAT words in my head SOME way don't I?

Here we go..(SAT words in bold)  Please take note that i'm writing this entire (potentially boring) essay on a whim...

Right.

  Once upon a time, there lived a callow, capricious, abjectable man. His name was Bastion Le Dook. His name was quite contradictory to his character. He was not very well liked by his fellow gentleman even though he did everything with alacrity. (So he thought) Maybe it was his baleful eyes that turned people off, or his belligerent manner in dealing with his clients. You see, he was a financial consultant. This was rather abstruse since he was no better at counting than a 9 year old. But by sheer luck and good connections, he had managed to grab hold of the job. Most people that went to him for advice stomped off in anger because of his idiotic comments and advice and after holding his job for a grand total of 3 weeks, he was fondly known as "That charlatan of a financial consultant!"

 Mr. Le Dook was deeply abased by the insults thrown so mercilessly at him but he had brought it upon himself after all so nobody felt sorry for him. Mr. Le Dook was quite annoyed by this and he started to aggrandize his predicament. He would begin to moan and groan with acrimony in his baritone voice. He would clamour on and on about how had been debased ,debunked and decried by the community and mutter to himself on how he had unjustly earned himself a deleterious reputation. Wouldn't someone, anyone, take pity on him?

Of course not. It is after all, a cruel world that we live in today.

 So Mr Le Dook devised a plan. He would get rid of his chagrin once and for all. He then called his plan "The Plan" for he wasn't a very creative person. Decorous (in his mind, that is), maybe, but never creative. He was after all, quite a benighted fellow deluged with self-praise. Yes, he would get his way, even if he had to bilk, blandish or cajole his way through. Even if he had to debilitate them with a few concoctions that have been on his shelf for some time. (his parents were pharmacists) Happy with "The Plan", Mr. Le Dook gave himself a pat on the back and decided to call it a night. Boy, did he sleep well that night. "Watch out all you men and women with your cavalier atitudes toward me," whispered Mr. Le Dook into the night.

  The next day, bright and early, Mr. Le Dook woke up to the sounds of Sesame Street. "Humbug," muttered Mr. Le Dook. His neighbour's kids were trying to irk him again and their tactics were becoming rather banal. Well if he can stand being branded as an idiot in the working world, he can definitely stand listening to Oscar the Grouch's ascerbic rendition of the definition of a grouch.

 "If you wake up in the morning mean and grumpy
And you frown at ev'rybody that you see
If you like your oatmeal nice and cold and lumpy
Then you're a grouch like me! "

Mr. Le Dook groaned. "Not again!" he muttered to himself. He hated 'The Grouch Song' as he had very aptly named it (yet again, not a very creative name) and had even filed a complaint against it before. He was, unfortunately, laughed out of the police station and the kids next door were very deft in reminding him of this incident. In due time, they began to call him Mr. Le Grouch much to Mr. Le Dook's annoyance.

  To distract himself from the noises next door, he began to take out a colossal piece of paper. On it he had written down a few notes for "The Plan". Rubbing his hands in glee, he began to illustrate his notes by drawing stick figures in the margins. After failing miserably to draw a decent stick figure, he took out his counting device, catholically known as a calculator and started to play around with the numbers. He was a weird fellow.

  Finally running out of creative outlets, he began to work on "The Plan". He thought and dawdled around the house. After an excruciating 3 minutes, "The Plan" was finally done. Mr. Le Dook cackled. It was time.

To be continued.. I've got a YA! sports day thingy to go to now.. stay tuned!

Tata

Ps: Comment or help me pls.. i'm running out of ideas.. thus the lame second last paragraph.