just finished my er assignment. good gosh. i think i rewrote my assignment like 3 or 4 times. i'm totally blaming school if i develop compulsive-obsessive disorder. coz i think i am. well, sorta. hahha.
my feature article is finally done. mich is gonna whack me for it. i swear, it'll happen. she wanted to see it before i handed it in. but knowing her, if i did, i would never get to hand it in. its sugary sweet and fluffy enough to make you sigh in envy yet chuckle at the hilarity of reality not quite grasped.
saturday is my early bday party of one. hahha. i'll be moping around for turning eighteen. i know i know. maybe a year ago i would have been dying to turn eighteen. now i'm dreading it.
PLUS someone had to share his female-male market value theory. according to his theory, i'm about to hit my peak which would continue to a ripe old age of 25 before it goes into a sharp, accelerated downhill.
i swear, if i dont get married by 28, i'm ordering myself a mail order groom ("bride") and we'll get hitched. believe me, i'm miserable enough to do it.
what we could have been, 1:57 am.