It's that time of the year.
I gave a warning and well - ahahahha like all warnings I actually took action.
So - those who still bother to know what color my hair is and what's my latest peril in life (nothing!) - feel free to email me at email@example.com and I'll give you my new address.
If you're smart - you would have found me already.
So I didn't go to Ipoh after all.
I figured I'd spare Adlin the nightmare. No one wants to deal with a sick PMS 20 year old. I wouldn't even do it cos I know I can be criminally brat-like in times of frustration.
I ended up staying home with my sick family. We shared antibiotics while whining about how hot the damn fucking weather is.
On the day I plan to go on a road trip, my immune system decides to shut down and fail me completely. To top it off, I'm due to start bleeding. So I have both pre-PMS and a flu that just makes me want to sleep, sleep, sleep.
So much for drinking and be merry tonight.
I found a dead cricket in my room. He must have got trapped in my smokey room and died. RIP.
Late nights are times for dreamy music, random myspace picture viewings (both to laugh and be startled by) and random gossip through Adium.
I'm thinking I need some new clothes.
I didn't get to go and spend money in BENEFIT. Only because I'm rational and a clinical brokeass - so I figured maybe NEXT month would be a better idea provided I still have money after buying another school bag. Which is probably - a big NO but I can hope.
Plus I still owe Adlin 200 bucks for the awesome lime green jacket from Adidas. Argh.
Later today, I will have good food. I love set course meals! And free flow of WHISKEY, bitches!
On Sunday, I'll be heading up (right? up right - fuck my geography with the Malaysian map sucks) to Ipoh for a Chinese wedding. I bet the food is going to be so awesome aweomse awesome! and free flow of BEER, bitches!
Ok - that's the update.
School is in less than 2 weeks and I haven't had a good sleep.
APA NI, AZZA, APA NI.
I hate you benefit.
I HATE YOU.
In other words, there's going to be a ridiculously large sum of money going to be spend on your products on Thursday.
BUT I STILL HATE YOU.
I like music that's easy to cry to. I like music that makes you feel pathetic when you're crying by yourself at night feeling like nothing. I like how it floods your ears and deafens out your sobs. I like how the tears that fall from your eyes feel like their dancing to the beat. I like the feeling music gives you - the sense of security and companionship.
Its been a long day. I'm losing my patience and I'm learning new things every day.
Today I learned that all families are worlds apart, that there will be some people (who you had a long history with) you never want to speak to again and that people don't change despite what the cliche says.
It's going to be a long day of hanging around, interviewing one of the Lufkin sisters and waiting around some more.
I should shower.
Tonight's show going to be awesome!
HOLY FUCKING SHIZNIT.
SPICE GIRLS ARE COMING BACK!
SPICE GIRLS ARE COMING BACK!!!!!!!! WITH NEW ALBUM AND ALL THAT! ALL 5 OF THEM!!!!!
I'm so excited I could pee in my pants.
First All Saints and now this?
REVIVALS OF THE TOP OF THE POPS OF *counts* 1998, I think.
I'm at a stage where I feel it's time to change my nickname and move somewhere else on LJ.
I'm still fighting with my ability to create a proper mix cd.
This is just a reflection of what my inner thoughts and choices have been like lately. I can't decide and when I finally do I'm too scared to execute the right decisions in fear of failing.
There's just so much to do with such scarce time it's ridiculous even attempting to complete 1/4 of it before fucking up everything that is suppose to come next.
The future's a blur. But I keep getting premonitions on where it's headed and it scares the fucking daylights out of me with where I'll probably end up. I'm being paranoid and yes, it's all too soon to say where everything is suppose to follow. But is feelings don't lie and mine aren't exactly screaming success or happiness for that matter.
I keep expecting. I hate expectations. I'm doing the best I can. I really am and it's proven on paper but I know it's not enough. What I'm doing is not enough to mold my future, to give me security and it's evident each and every time I get deeper.