I know who I want to take me home, take me home.

Kierra Knightley(center) is so pretty I would turn gay for Kierra Knightleyyyyy.

ITS OVER! No more staying back late until school closes. Oh bliss.^_^

Anyway, just got back from Supperclub. Nice place, love its spacey look, but its way too loud. Made new friends. Hehehe. Nostalgically SR-esque kinda people... Verry fun. Good conversation, my brain seems to be working better after today. (Shall do a long, ranty post!)

So I got a new coin today. I used to be a such a sucker for these old school things, and cheesy one-liners and everything. Usually. Now I feel weird just sitting alone and talking with dudes, not to mention going out. I imagine him finding out, and getting pissed. Or worst, NOT getting pissed. Ironic but yeah if you think about it it makes sense. Next, I start mentally picking apart the poor dude, sometimes totally riduculously. Too short, too tall(retardedly based on HIS bloody height). Looks too shallow. Sounds too mod. HE would say he was gay. Too effeminate, too macho-nacho. Can't dress. Talks too fast. Too impatient. Lousy ettiquete(this is especially harsh because his is near flawless). And then, (and this feels horrible) I stop picking. I naturally start allowing myself to admit how cool, or attractive or whatever these people are, because one of The Rules is to not judge meanly. So I appreciate. BUT. Only to realise that I don't care. And I wouldn't care even if Mr Oh-so-perfect, or even Miss Oh-so-perfect(if I was feeling butchy), came and asked me out. Which I think...together with everything else, is very bloody unhealthy! Sheesh what is thisss.

Now me body ache's like crazy, in terrrrrible shape. Lost too much weight and I'm in desperate need of some proper excercise. Look like shiteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. We were having dinner at 1am(thanks to Jerome French Boy's excellent punctuality), at Sommerset Botak Jones and watching some, I don't know, I think they were hip hoppers or new wavers. Anyhow, watching them made me really miss that! Daaang. Okay I've made up my mind to do that this december, provided detention(yuck) isn't too heavy. AND must must must do some art. My art is too lousy already.

Mum's getting to me. I'm worried. And really pissed off. Really REALLY pissed off. Sigh.

-.-

Alot of things are annoying me lately. Which is bad. Like pleather(faux leather) jackets? Shudder. I love leather, but fake leather jackets just really irritate me I don't know why. Sigh.

Wow its 6am. I haven't enjoyed a morning at home in ages. Home's been kind of irritating too lately though. Like there aren't any groceries, for one.

AND NOW I FEEL LIKE HAVING YOGURT! Baaaah. Shall wake and drag Poop to Serangoon Gardens or something.