LIFE IS A DANCEFLOOR.

try guessing what i found last night.
the encyclopedia of sex practice.

and it was my fathers?
i think when i go to heaven, i'm going to see all my older siblings.
and varien as well.
but thats besides the point.
the point is, WHY THE HECK DOES MY MOTHER STILL KEEP IT?
i mean, the book is all torn and tattered and the pages are all yellow and they break.
so why does my mother still keep it?
i dont know.

i got no papaya milk today.
because the woman selling it says that the papayas went on strike.
HOW CAN PAPAYAS GO ON STRIKE?
its just not fair.

i still have sean's ugly looking belt in my house.
he doesnt let me throw it away because its branded.
says he.
is U2 even branded?
its practically extinct.


i think all the papaya milk is causing some really raging hormones.
and i dont like it.
but papaya milk is kinda addictive you know?

somehow the class likes to go to the carpark now.
i dont know why.
maybe its because of eye candy?

i feel pretty.
oh so pretty.
i feel pretty and witty and GAY!

i'm going to buy dresses!
i dont know where to buy them from though.
but i know i'm going to wear pretty dresses and wear them with shanie!
i'm feeling all girly suddenly.

holidays are coming in two weeks!
but i have to rush my professional profiling first.
and the poster as well.
i have to finish it by then.
i really have to rush.

cell biology is killing all of us.
test later.
today is going to be one hectic week.
like trying my best to complete my PP by the end of the week an stuff like that.

wish me luck people.

i dont know why i can't type properly.
my fingers get tired really easily.

i'm moving on from you.
you dont exist to me anymore.

and then there is you.