a rubbish entry.
written: 8:01 p.m. on Friday, Nov. 24, 2006

I'm aware that my CLT paper is tomorrow. That doesn't explain why I'm still not studying. Well, I guess I'll just have to wing it tomorrow morning then. All I know is that I'm going out for lunch with Simon tomorrow and I can't wait.

I can't wait for the exams to be over.

I woke up at 9 this morning to study for CLT despite sleeping at 4 a.m. 'cause I haven't really been studying for it. I followed my mom's car to Parkway; she went to my grandma's to teach the cousins piano. I sat in the Parkway branch of Pacific Coffee Company, which shares the same premises as MPH, and it was so cosy on the nice big couch that I was falling asleep. A while later, a couple of hours later, I was sick and tired of sitting in one place, trying to study when my mind kept wandering off every like fifteen minutes, and so I went to try on clothes.

HAHAHA. I bought a tank top for $8. I am very dismayed to report that it was the only thing I could afford.

I tried on a nice denim mini skirt at Mango and it was the first nice Mango denim skirt that I've tried on in the longest time, and it wasn't too expensive (I think it was like $60) and I really wanted to buy it but I didn't and you know why? 'Cause my stupid bank account continues to exist with only fucking eight dollars in it. OHMYGOD CANIPLEASEIDE.

As a testament to how much weight I've lost, the size 36 jeans I took just for the heck of it actually fit without me having to squeeze my way into it. Awesome. Time to drop yet another size.

Right, I think if I hit 34 I'd become a walking skeleton. No thank you. I just want to lose the tummy bulge 'cause it's fucking ugly and I hate it and I keep squeezing the fats 'cause it's really funny, and I don't know why I find it funny so I'll just blame the exam stress even though I'm not stressed out at all.

And I came home, watched a funny-as-hell video of my dad doing some random, hilarious thing on my mom's phone, and started laughing hysterically. I went on to continue laughing hysterically for almost twenty minutes.

Yes, I think I've lost my marbles.

I so wanna shag Kelly Jones. Hehe. I don't know why his name is Kelly when he's a guy, but whatever. He's hot and his voice is dead sexy and that's all I need to know.

Um, I think I should go study.

before sunrise // before sunset

Previously:
- - Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2017
I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010