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December 29, 2005




Been there, Done that

I tried to clean out my piano today.. Its so messy inside! There’s shredded bits of paper and wool in there from the damper, and one of the keys don’t strike properly, that I desperately need to use to play “come what may” properly (E, one octave up).

Anyway – I watched Cinderella Story again, because of Helens dp -_-

Don’t know why she never changes it, im going to feel like watching it again next time I see it… But hey, its cool – she likes that movie too ^^ like me! And she likes coffee too! And movies! And the songs I like too!

Which is super duper cool, because most people I know think that coffee comes in two types, with and without milk. And most people can’t sit a movie properly unless there’s some sort of carnage in downtown New York. Well etc… etc…

Yes. Cool.


Been having those whacked dreams again. The ones where people try to whack me. And some involve people blowing up. Well, they usually result in me dying, or they result in me having to do a mass burial of everyone I know. Well, like they say, your dreams are the opposite of what’s going to happen in real life – so perhaps I’m pregnant?

And my holidays haven’t started yet – people are still on holidays at my house, so I’m waiting for them to scurry away to work before I start my holidays.

Holidays usually turn out shit for me. Why? Because its never a holiday. Go to sleep late. Wake up early. Do nothing for 7 hours. Eat dinner. Then do nothing for another 7 hours.

And when I say “do nothing for 7 hours” – this includes everything. It involves eating, climbing the harbour bridge, whatever – its all the same to me.

Yes. That’s what my school day sounds like, and my holidays too. I need a REAL holiday – one that involves actually either forgetting EVERYTHING, and not having a constant reminder of stress around me all the time – (i.e. family, and people in general – in fact, anyone that still has a pulse.) And doing NEW AND INTERESTING THINGS. Maybe I should be like the people at school. Be boring – do nothing all year, so that when the holidays finally come , my eyes like light up anime like and go “WOWWWWWWWW”.
The last 4 paragraphs in short: Been there, done that
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guns-a-blazing; 4:55 PM

MYSELF;

` jimmy.

MEMORIES;

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DREAM MAP;

  • Chubby Hubby
  • Helen.y
  • David
  • Serena
  • Danmei
  • Corrina
  • Mary
  • Kathy
  • Steven
  • Helen.t
  • Bianca
  • Land