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4:00 p.m. || 2005-01-02
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[music: Stone Temple Pilots - Interstate Love Song]
I was a bit sour at having to miss the farewell lunch for ZhenHao :/. My mother insisted that I didn't go out today, and accompany her to shops for useless spending. Ok, we didn't spend, but I really thought that I should've been somewhere else. I guess I'm just mad that she's so indifferent about not going to church on time. It's always, "Ok, let's go," but she doesn't move an inch from breakfast. If I were to tell her that I would go to church myself since she's always so late, she'd open her mouth, and make alot of noise that I don't care to listen about. I still don't know how Adelyn is able to say that my mother is 'cute'. Maybe it's because I'm under her care for over sixteen years and so I feel that 'cute' isn't quite the word to describe it. I just think that she's too tight on her grasp; even Jerilee says so! :/.
Anyway, well wishes to ZhenHao on his attachment to China, six months is an awful long time.
I messaged Kathryn about helping her, so now I'm enlisted in the roster for IT. I think. So I suppose, I'm making myself more useful in serving God. After all, I wrote down in that paper a few plausible things. I even considered being worship leader, or being a BS leader, but I guess I'll do that when I'm a little more ready and comfortable with everyone. Everyone not just half.
Also, this morning, I think WeiQi waged Boggle war on me, saying that he'd come up words that I would never come up with. I'm actually quite sure of that, because I'll be counting on seeing a lot of words that I think don't even exist! xD. Anyway, one day...
I agree with Jas that Cotton Candy Socks really do look like condoms. I'm not kidding. I tried wearing one of them anyway. They actually fit, but not to a tee.
Oh yes, before shopping with my mom, I went to get my hair cut instead of attending the lunch. :/. Anyway, I now have shorter hair. The hairdresser decided to tie my hair, but I didn't know that she'd make me have Nelly Furtado braid hair. Oh well.
The SCGS Art Club has started a blog. Oh my. And I thought that men in skirts were the epitome of the century.
I'm feeling reflecty these days. I don't think it's all that prominent in my writing here, but it sure is in my head. I feel like a truckload of mincemeat sitting on a road. With flies as thoughts and feelings for flavour.
Maybe another day. I'm not looking forward to school tomorrow.
No. A person doesn't just wake up and stop loving somebody! ~Buffy, "I Only Have Eyes For You"
