Wait! First, the title's backstory. Because unlike the very dashing Flynn Rider, I do backstories. :> So anyway. I was Tumblin' like mad today and I came upon a post. It was a music file, playing the song When She Loved Me from Toy Story 2. And goddamn, it made me cry. (>_<) Uwah.
Well, enough mush! On to business. :D
Fun Day!
Black team was undeniably the best. Even though we didn't win. Not even close. But meh. This is the first and last Fun Day that I actually joined more than one game in. So yes, I love it. :>
Obstacle Course [Ma'am Cerla kept yelling my name and giving me "tips"]
Skin the Snake [We did it well during trial, and during the real thing we tripped into a messy jumble and someone SAT ON MY FACE WHAT THE FUCK]
Sack Race [I have no idea. We didn't even jump in time! Wth wah]
Catch the Tail [Super group hug! Hahaha. I dunno who let go though. O: Damn]
Also, I helped beautify Lois for the Beautifying Petra part. Nail polish and makeup and fake boobs galore! Ooh lala. HAHAHAHA.
It was flippin' hilarious. Gosh.
Anyway. I ended up talking to Lilcah about an issue that was meant to be serious, but knowing the two of us.. we made it hilarious. Don't worry, dude. Why would I ever be mad? :P This really means we're that awesome. Not even something as conspiratorially controversial as this could tear us apart. Fuck yeah!
So. Now for the partyyyy.
It was blacklight, which was amazing, and sadly I wore all white. Which meant I flippin' glooowed. Ahem. Blacklight Angel, but not really. :P The first part was kind of boring. I mean, we just sat down and "watched" the first years get acquainted with the rest of the school. And.. hahaha. I remember. Somebody yelled out something in the middle. Gosh, guys. You really should learn to control yourselves. Oh well.
So I got stuck bonding with puppy while the other batches acquainted. Which wasn't so bad, I mean, c'mon. We bickered and drew on each other and all that jazz. :))
Now comes the dancing! O: Wynken and Kristine pulled me away from him and danced me all over the place to some of the best songs ever. But well. Hrm. I don't know. I was waiting. I was the very persona of anticipation and apprehension that night. Nothing really.. happened though. I don't know at which point I realized I had to give up. Oh well.
Macy paged me to go to him and dance. WHAT THE FUCK MAN. Hahaha. We're such retards. XD Though it was fun bickering.
My maid made me go home too damn early. FUCK. :/
[Ahem. We've got good taste]
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Saturday.
We went to Starbucks and THEY FINALLY SPELLED MY NAME RIGHT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE HISTORY OF FOREVER!! Ohmygosh. XD
We also colored our Planet book, and taught each other languages, and drank Esprit. Which tastes vaguely like alcohol at first, to the delight of some, and ends up like juice after a while, to their chagrin. :P Sucks for you, hon.
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Sunday.
We went to Garden Cafe, and we will never ever ever go back. For the same reason we won't go back to Emillion's and Fully Booked. Holy shit. HAHAHAHA.
Bumper! I love Bumper! And the fluffy yellow cushion seats! And reading Cosmo! And the waffles we decimated. XD
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Monday.
I went to school for the review but apparently there was none. Wtf? So I ended up talking to people and staying at the coop and basically wasting away languidly. X3 Hurray for me.
And now I am typing this, and I am very, very hungry. I do not want to have the flag cem tomorrow. I do not want to be called out for my hair or my nails or my insanity. I do not want to have CAT. I hate this. Fuuuck. Gaah. I don't want any of this. I want my life to be okay.
I want someone to talk to who I don't have to worry about the feelings of. I'm sorry to say it, but it's true. I want to be rude and random and careless and free. I don't want to be held back. Everything is always holding me back and I hate it.
Maybe I'm just hormonal or something right now. I don't know. I just really don't like this feeling.
I want to wake up and feel like everything's going to be good that day, not like I have things to do and people to impress and words I can never say. It feels horrible.
Honestly, I love the one who greets me good morning with a smile or a hug or a pet name. Sometimes all three. You make my day, whenever you do that. (:
I don't know what to say anymore. I guess I'll end this blog entry with a lyric from a song.
[Taylor Swift, you write the songs that speak my life. Your lyrics are nearing the league of MCR's already, that's how much they mean to me. Thank you. ]
I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how;
I've never heard silence quite this loud.
Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking.
And I'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me?
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