Waking up half unconscious, with body aching is really not an experience you want to relive again. God, how many times have I slept on the living room floor. It hurts. The ceramic-tiled floors that radiates cold air really freezed my whole body. It's really no fun to have yourself stand up with your back bending forward making an arc and your hand trying to push your backbone straight, like what the oldies do. Hm, now i feel the pain of my 70 year old Granny. Whom I love very very very much, sometimes.
The holidays are killing me. Believe me, I'm lying. Hah, tak kelakar. It's astonishing how I find this holiday rather fun. I finally have plans. It's like I'm acting in a parody of what's going to happen to me after O's. With no stress overpowering me, whatsoever. But sadly, that period of time would be in a million and one years.
I feel guilty, because I swore I was a geek, for not exploring the magic and wonders of my school, which is totally cool, TEXTBOOKS.
Geeks: OHMYGOD?!?!? YOU DIDN'T READ YOUR BOOKS??!?! DEAREST YOUNG ONE, YOU HAVE SECURED YOURSELF IN THE WELL OF DOOOOOOOOOOM. *waves both hands in a ghostly fashion with their mouth shaping an O*
Myra: ... fuck off bitches.
I'm sorry, I just had to make a fool out of myself. I need to relish this moment of insanity. Once again, for making yet another stupid sentence, sorry.
God, even he dances better than me. That is why I love Hoe Jonas.