Sunday, September 18
it's been an awful weekend, but hell, it's almost over. one more hour. whoopeedo.
i get depressed reading annie's blog. because she is so hardworking and determined, and i'm such a slacker in contrast. don't deny it annie, you've got the goals and the determination to see them through. me, i'm just another dreamer. unfortunately i'm not quite in the right school for dreaming. mmhmm. nevermind, i shall get rich having an illegitimate child by the prince of morraco or is it monaco? nevermind, a prince. there is a perfectly rational reason for this startling proposition: we all want to marry princes. unfortunately this means a loss of privacy, as well as adhering to a certain form of behaviour that most of us are unaccustomed to. and well, of course princes these days aren't so very charming. but if you have an illegitimate child by a prince, he will be obliged to pay you great sums of money to keep things low, plus you get your freedom, etc etc. wonderful deal, no? except morally incorrect. oh well. can i repent after that?
i think i function better when i sleep less. i'll try sleeping only 4 hours tonight. see if i can last the 440 day.
thinking of getting a job after promos. only there's pw. and chinese ao somewhere. so i might actually only have time to work during the hols. and ooh there's a lot of cca stuff to catch up with. darn. there go my hopes of earning some cash. will probably need a substantial amount to tide me over the holidays. plus since i'm a swinging single, unlike
most of the people i know, and there aren't people falling all over themselves to pay for my drinks and the like, i've gotta earn my own money. how did this happen?? in 9 months, 3/4 of the people i'm close to [i exaggerate not, my friend] have somehow found people who offer to buy their drinks, even if they aren't officially attached. ahhhhhhhh. there goes my self-esteem.
saddening thought. jean told me last night i used to be pretty with my old fringe. =( i am very sad now. i think i'll go wallow in sadness and do my math tut.
it must've been love.
11:04 pm
xoxo
