Jeepers

I don’t understand how I’ll be able to make it through this week without a good deal of organization and moral support. Or rather, I should be blaming myself for procrastinating, like I always do. Besides, my mind just keeps floating off to lalaland every other minute, so it takes double the amount of calories to concentrate. Yes, I’m more than just distracted, but I’ll have to make it through, by hook or by crook.

Breakfast with NX saw the girl dousing her pancakes with scary amounts of maple syrup like a little girl. I’m glad she’s settled into NAFA, and hopefully things will stop going awry for her in every way. Lunch with Pin and JiaYing at the Deck was a laughable affair, because they kept asking for Tweety (which happens to be some lame insider joke way back in Secondary 4), as well as the ring on my finger. You know, sometimes, a ring doesn’t mean that you have a significant half. It just means that you’re emotionally bonded in some way. Once and for all, this ring signifies my love for music, and I’m looking to swapping it for a better ring. ;)

My head ballooning, exploding soon.