Sixteen more days.
I'm actually more bloody worried about it than CA.
I'm not surprised if I have stress pimples over it.
This whole thing is causing me so much grief just cause it's free-standing I almost hate that word. My, not to mention Des' life would be SO much easier if it's seated. Because as far as I'm concerned, if it was seated, I'm pretty sure we'll be front row. And no problems about the merchandise problem. Or the bag problem.
I need to be first in line.
I need to meet him. I need to.
It's a bloody need damnit.
Don't tell me my priorities are all wrong. Since I last checked, it seems pretty alright to me.
I don't want to not do this and regret.
I need a solid plan. I learnt from that Westlife gig pretty hard and I would like to think I'm smarter about these kind of things right now. And this one has me at least keeping half of my sanity.
What I really need, is details, more time and perhaps a military style timetable that we have to stick to the max. I need to starve myself more. I'm spending too much.
Ice-cream headaches and sweet avalanches.
I now know what that means.
And happy belated V-Day to you people.
Single-awareness day for me.
Bloody lonely day for people like us if you ask me. But I enjoyed my candy thanks :D
School sucks so much right now.
It's like a bloody vaccum cleaner. The noise. The rawrness.
You know how sometimes you try to vaccum the floor but then you accidentally suck something into the dust bag and you can never find it again?
Pretty much like school and my sanity. And my childhood.
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