Listening to Home by Michael Buble. It's calming, like herbal tea. LOL.Totally irrelevant to whatever I just said previously...Grade 9 Farewell day is tomorrow. I panic as I write this. Not worrying about my hair, about my dress, about the super freaking shitty laser dance that could've been a much music dance after the farewell ceremony...I worry about whether or not I'll make a complete ass of myself on stage! What if I trip?! Fall flat on my face?! Sit at the wrong place?! OR BOTH?!?! AGGGGGGGH! Such fears are not irrational.Anyways... how to end this... how about:I s2 EG! EG EG EG EG EG! OH YEAH BABY! <333333333333333 SO KAWAII! *high pitched squeal*
"I s2 EG! EG EG EG EG EG! OH YEAH BABY! <333333333333333 SO KAWAII! *high pitched squeal*LMAO!! YOU'RE SOO KAWAII!!!! LOLwhat is grade 9 farewell day? sounds a lot like grad..hmm..*straches chin*YOU WON'T TRIP ON STAGE!! I was afraid that I would make an ass out of myself during my grade 8 grad, i was soo nervous! my shoes didn't match my dress, and i was afraid people would notice xD
Actually, we do call it a gr. 9 grad, but I choose to say farewell since well... it's not much of a grad but a farewell... you know? LOL. Or uh, "graduating from junior high" I guess it is..Gosh I was so scared that evening last night (grad night). My shoes were identical to my friend's, luckily her's was covered with her dress. LOL.I didn't make an ass out of myself! =D Except maybe when my friend and I were acting like secret agents in the hallways... -_-
secret agents in the hallway? I REALLY NEED TO MEET YOU, YOU WACKY GIRL! LOL.