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tired of barely holding on,
to something that's already gone.
tired of being the one who's in this all alone.

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Monday, 30 November 2009 // 16:20

Tonight I'm dreaming of all the things that we've been through

-Secondhand Serenade, Suppose

I had the longest dream I can remember this morning. And that's why I woke up at 10.30am.

Anyway, it started with school. And I had a screwed-up dream again. I'm still not going to tell you my definition of screwed-up dreams.

Then after school, Nat dragged me somewhere I forgot. Then something supernatural happened in the place she dragged me to. Then we ran away and I can't really remember anything for awhile.

Then I ended up outside my car. Then idk, something involving blood. I don't usually remember much of my dreams.

Then I went home and a weird demonic spirit in the body of a little kid stalked me.

I have no idea how I got rid of it, but after that I was home receiving a call about my laptop's delivery. And the guy calling was Justin, for some reason.

Then I woke up.


Yay for screwed-up dreams. And the last part reminds me, I can't stand waiting for freaking 1-2 weeks for my laptop to arrive. Why the hell do you need that long to deliver it?!

Maybe I should freeze myself then unfreeze myself two weeks later. There was a South Park episode about Cartman freezing himself because the wait for Nintendo Wii's release was killing him.


Anyway, finally on a decent topic, third languages.

K/M SC's taking Japanese except for YanZhe who's not taking anything and Lynn+me who want to take French.

And Jordan's taking Jap too...

Gah.