Who’s to go, who’s to stay,
Who was too hopeful yesterday?

Who’s to go, who’s to stay.
Why did the laughter have to decay?

Who’s to go, who’s to stay,
I’ll watch as you slowly fade away.

Who’s to go, who’s to stay,

Dropped Psyc, failed Geo.
Duno about Visual Arts yet.
BUT, passed both my mandatory English courses.
Phew.
Oh, the joy of passing necessary courses

Am thinking of growing a bigger plant in my balcony, but my two small ones are already in peril, can I really handle one more?

Thinking of something to do during the summer. Don't really wanna work.
Planning a couple of roadtrips with friends.
One to Vancouver Island definately, and one or two to the States.

Then maybe write my novel, or writing in general.
Definately lots of reading, fantasy, for ideas.
Or maybe I'll just paint and sketch all summer...  gotta get my art stuff from home then.

I really want one of those big hardcore canvas stands, but I didn't think I had the space for it.
But it's summer now and I can paint in my balcony and put the stand up there.
I used to have tough times with canvas stands because I'm too impatient to wait for the colors to dry, and the excess mix runs down the canvas.
"Hi Annie, what you painting?"
"The sky."
"Cool... are those... blotches? You let your colors run?"
"...... what, no! No! Of course not!"
"Uh... so then why are bits of your sky falling down?"
"That's because... well, erm... that's the picture."
"What?"
"This is a painting, of the sky. Falling."
"....I .... see. So you weren't just too impatient to let your paint set in and dry."
"No, of course not, I wanted the paint, like this, running... all over the canvas..."
"Ahem, so um, why is the sky falling?"
"... Because, erm, this is a picture of.... Doomsday."


But now, I have le Chi of Patience.

Was walking with mom...
Saw a brown baby rat by the road.

It was hurt but moving.
There were two flies sitting on it, waiting for it to die.
I grabbed a branch and waved the flies away, then gently pushed the rat onto the grass so it wouldn't get run over or stepped on.

On the way back after my parents had gone to work, I brought a plastic bag and nudged the baby rat into it with a stick.
People saw me trying to save the rat, but no one stopped to help or say anything.

Took it home, out of the bag and put it in a box with pieces of cloth to keep it warm.
Tried to feed it, but it wouldn't eat or drink.

It died in about an hour.
At least it wasn't cold and scared.


What decides which animals are vermin?
The dictionary said "Vermin: species regarded as pests or nuisances..."
So is that all then? The only difference is, whether or not they are wanted by humans?
Who are we to judge which animals are good and which are bad?

They are only trying to survive.

But obviously we're too prejudiced to care about the survival of others.

I do realize that we've all grown  up and whatnot.
I think I just haven't made that transition where I expect to hear about strip clubs and bars all the time.

It's always like, "We met up at this bar, drank this, drank that, better than that other bar."

It always makes me feel a little "But bars are BAD places for grownups!"

And seriously, why has everyone been to a strip club?

I feel so.... so... experienceless.


Strip club, nao.

I dreamt that I was shopping.
And I found this gorgeous pink skirt, and a reeeally pretty pink dress...

But I woke up before I had a chance to buy anything.

Maybe this is a sign...


Is it really bad to use garter belts as hair ties?
Because I bought these lacy garter belts that are vair cute, to use tham as hair ties.
And they work perfectly well.


The carnival at the mall beside my apartment is back.
This time without the Ferris Wheel.
Lol.


AND, I went to school yesterday!
OMG.
Yeah, whatever, I'll probably still fail a few classes.