I'M GONNA FAIL I'M GONNA FAIL I'M GONNA FAIL!!!!!!!

 

Okay, um...
I havent gone to school for like, a month.
Not kidding.

 

My 20% presentation for Visual Arts was due two weeks ago, still haven't done it.

Final Project for Visual Arts due in two days. What is the project anyway?

Skipped my 20% Weather Report for Geography.
Missed 15% Lab Quiz for Geography. Twice.

25% English paper due a week ago.. I just emailed my prof yesterday to ask what the topic is..

15% English group presentation, in two days, I haven't read the book yet, and I don't know which group I'm in.

 

 

I'm seriously scared  ><

 

 

 

 Shopping trip to the States with Nina.

 It is officially offical.
 Guess has been promoted to the top of my Lovez List to stand with Victoria's Secret.

 Maybe even.. slightly higher OMG.

 I love Guess.
 I liked so many things in the store, I was drifting on a cloud of passion and love.
 It happened last time too, so it is seriously, official.

 However, Tommy Hilfiger has fallen out of favor.
 It has been way too long since I've seen something I wanted from there.

 

 So... Exit 199, Marysville Outlet.
 Then Exit... 230? Victoria's Secret.
 

 Success:

 - A Guess tanktop (layered, with this adorable tie-ribbon thing on the shoulder)
 - A Rave black tanktop thats got really cute pockets and shoulder strap buttons

 - A pink and white striped tanktop (from I forgot where)
 - Three hair ties (black, white, and pink) from Claire's

 - Panties from Victoria's Secret
 - A pair of American Eagle heels, but I'm gonna cut the straps off cause I dont like them

 

 

 I'm so tired, I got up at 8:30 am for this.
 I don't do mornings.

 

 

 

My sister gave me this super cute tanktop.
It is pink, from La Senza.

It has got such cute frill and stiches in all the right places and it is like, SO adorable.

I mean, it's one thing to have frill and lace, its a totally other thing to have them in the PERFECT way.

Really.

It's SO awesomely perfectly fab-fab cute.

 

 

 

I had a dream about my Richmond High days.
I woke up missing my friends so bad I wanted to cry.

But then once I was awake I remembered why everyone had drifted apart.

New friends come, but I wish old friends didn't have to go.

 

 

Helen Chen, Yana, Nina Tsai, Justine Fisher, Bevon, John Yao, Jack Liu, Ainge, Lisa Xie.

 

Okay, I finally decided that I will learn to wear high heels once and for all.
I WILL be able to run in 4 inch heels by the time this is over.

After all, it IS a girl power that I have the right of access to.

I must acquire it.

 

So I decided I will wear heels, in or outside the apartment, until I get this.
Twelve hours a day, this should only take like, a week.
And then realized this might be difficult, as I didn't think I brought anything but runners and flip flops to Abby with me.

I was so sure I didn't have heels, but amazingly, I did.
My sister gave me a pair of Janie 3 inch (I think) black heels when I went to her house, and then I came straight back to Abby, so there they are, sitting in my shoe closet.
Yey.

 

On forth!

 

 

The woman opens her closet.
"Wow," says her husband, "you have so many old dresses you don't wear."

"These dresses are important to me. They all have special memories."

"Oh really," says the man, "tell me about them."

"Well," the woman points to her dresses one by one, "This is the dress I wore to my prom, and this one is the dress I lost my virginity in, this one is the bridesmaid dress for my best friend's wedding, this is the bridesmaid dress I wore to my sister's wedding, this one is the wedding dress we got married in, and this is my official funeral dress."

"Oh i see," says the man, standing up. He walks over to his closet and pulls out an old tux.

"That looks pretty old," says the woman.

"Well, this tux is important to me. It's got special memories. I went to my prom, lost my virginity, went to my best friend's wedding, my brother's wedding, our wedding, and lots of funerals in it."

 

 

 

I lose my clothes.

I don't know where they go.
I keep thinking about this Victoria's Secret vest that I lost a while ago.
I really liked it.
Where do lost vests go?

 

And while on the topic, when I moved to Abbotsford, I brought hangers.
Enough for all the clothes I brought, and a couple more.
But... while I live here... I run out of hangers.
I have brought hangers from my bedroom in Richmond.
Twice.

And still, I need more.
I need to stop buying clothes.

Which is why I bought four shirts today.
Mua ha.
Hangers, please.

 

 

Apparently it is extremely gross and wrong for me to put my hammie in my mouth.

 

 

I just pretend I'm going to eat him and put his head in my mouth.
Or like, hold him sideways and make an "ahhh" sound and open my mouth.

Annie: AAHHHHH. YUMMY.

Farhad: Ew! Annie! Stop it!
Annie: But Hammie is yum yum. Rawr.
Farhad: Annie, don't put him in your mouth! It's gross!

Annie: AAAAhhhhhhhhhummmmmm.....
Farhad: Don't!

 

 

My hammie is so soft and squishy and cute.

 

 

 

I am going into my shopping phase again!

Must... refuse!!!!

Addicted to shopping?

Should quit.

I bought this tank top today, and a shirt...
Kinda like nicotine patches.

No withdrawals, hopefully =/

 

 

 

The carnival at the mall beside my apartment...
It's roller coaster...
Fell apart.

And in plain sight of my apartment balcony....

First it breaks... then it sags...
Then the other peice sags...

I think it may have been the rain.
Or the wind.
But for some reason that doesn't seem to quite justify the safety requirements.

 

Pictures of this are in my album.

 

 

 

A single teardrop dampens my world,

Rolling down slowly as I watch it unfurl.

Absorbed in a second by the bed sheet,

With no influence, in defeat.

 

Several duplicates rush to its aid,

Only to sacrifice in a foray.

Similar to those who reach toward me,

To burn on contact, if only briefly.

 

I know it, I don’t belong in this world,

I have to get out, before I unfurl.

Hugging myself underneath the bed sheet,

Buried in sobs, admitting defeat.

 

There’s no one here that can come to my aid.

I’ll give myself willingly to the foray.

And no one can possibly remember me,

The girl who lost, and fought too briefly.