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#8. Cause you mean Everything
Wednesday, January 27, 2010

As dorky and retarded as it is, yes, those are HSM lyrics up there. But I'm a closet Disney fan anyway, so whatever.

See, I was planning up at rolling out of bed at 10am today. Not be freaking wide awake at 7.40am in the morning, seeing as I slept at probably 2am last night, and God damn it, the bed was so damn comfortable. Bloody MOE and their posting of the results at 7.30am. WHO IN THE WORLD WOULD BE AWAKE THEN?

So now I'm awake. Gee whiz, that's helpful because there are so many people online that can entertain my bored little head and assure me I'm not going to end up a friendless loser at RJC.

Shit, I can't believe I got into RJC, the Science stream even! I'm freaking out about the fact that I'm quite possibly entering RJC alone, and seeing as I'm freaking socially awkward and have the penchant for spacing out... Well, let's just hope that by the end of the first term, I even have 5 friends. RAWR.

I feel so angsty and angry now.

And hungry, but nevermind. I've not nothing nice to eat in my fridge.

Maybe I'll have an apple for breakfast.

Despite teasing Xin about choosing CJC because of the fact that her friends are going there, I'm quite nervous about how I'm going to enter a new school, essentially not knowing anyone there. Let's just say I don't make the best first impressions. I'm quite nervous about all the horror stories we've heard about the crowd at RJC. I'm quite nervous about the fact that I act like an idiot half the time and well, everyone there seems literary and intelligent and they freaking make sense.

Which I'm pretty sure I'm not doing right now.

I'm nervous because I don't want to be alone in a new environment.

I suppose reading Gossip Girl: The Caryles wasn't the smartest thing to do since everyone's openly bitchy to them since they're new.

Haha.

Nevermind, I'm going to go eat my apple and watch Katekyo Hitman Reborn or Dr Who or play Ace Attorney or something.

This is why I'm going to end up a friendless loser, btw.

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