DEATH CANDY AND SMUDGED MASCARA
the woman spoilt the plans to go to prom in a hummer limousine. which is understandable. paying 65 per person is more or less ridiculous esp to an aquarium but i guess the thrill of not sitting in one before comes with it and it grands the occasion more.
oh well, the ball is tmr. i have no mood. i havent gotten my shoes nor make up. the salon is apparantly jampacked and the earliest i can get my app. is 1 plus and my thing starts at 8. oh well, hopefully the after-prom party goes all well.
anyways, the past few days have been rather mildly melodramatic. im starting to get my ass down on studying. and the feeling of actually how much there is to do is gettting to me. everyone seems to be going to the lib while i try hard at home but end up fallling asleep. i have 19 days left.
and then there;s still drama to think about. meetings are never productive with everyone doing their own things. there's sodukos going on and then we get bored and end up playing tic-tac-toe and writing on my legs cause i wore my fishnets.
i feel dead. like both physically and mentally. lethargy is setting in idunnowhy. apathetic oh sympathetic save my soul.
i need powers.the power to freeze time, especially at its best moments. and with the daylight savings last week, i just lost an extra hour on my side. and so it sucks now that the time diff between here and spore is 3 instead of 2 hours.
How do you know when how much is too much? Too much too soon. Too much information. Too much fun. Too much love. Too much to ask... And when is it all just too much to bear?
be my tourniquet.
it won't hurt a bit.
I promise.
i just need a krispy kreme doughnut to make it up.
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