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Tuesday, January 1, 2008 2:59 PM

Goodbyes are said and roses thrown

I cannot believe that i'm starting school tomorrow. Goodbye waking up at 5pm just in time for dinner, goodbye long sleepovers, goodbye mid-morning movies, no more deciding what to wear everyday. Then it's hello prancing around school in light blue. And because joey chan is leaving, i can no longer trace the walls because only she's the best. She's the best because she doesn't freak out when i trace the walls but just goes, erm shann. *Tracing walls=walking around school as if you're glued to the walls. So like when she's walking straight i'm going around in Zs. And yes, i have no idea why i do that.

Okay screw all that, that's just mental. But perhaps school is good. I mean the last time i exercised was probably during pe in term three. And i haven't been playing tennis so that most likely means that my ass is now a fat, highly efficient built-in-body pillow. I need to start digging my room. I have no idea where i've put everything, i don't know where my calculator is, i don't think i even know where my bag is now. And my fringe is strangely long now.

And jan! I read your blog entry and i totally agree with everything you wrote about Across The Universe. I loved it too, it was just gorgeously produced. The way the scenes changed, loved how arty the whole thing was, how everything fell into place, the lovely backdrops, and even like the angles the scenes were shot at. I adored the strawberries too, yes it was so clever. You know druce and i were contemplating on watching it because the reviews online were really bad and he read that like idontknowhowmany people walked out during the show. (Well a few Did walk out hahaha) But i guess you either love or hate it. And yes, i could totally totally totally totally totally totally totally totally totally totally fall in love with Jude, (!!!!) (Love the voice, love everything) Plus, the Beatles kick ass! A hell lot of ass :)

ANYWAY

Happy new year everybody!

My favouritest person

Our favouritest man in the world

But the irony of the story is when I fell to my knees and began clawing at the dirt in front of the tombstone of my bashful childhood With you by my side, you're screaming at the top of your lungs, "let it go"


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