This is my space and these are my thoughts

yay! i put in my counter on my own! am i competent or what? to go to nathan's or not to go to nathan's? that is the question. oh, the shakespearean allusion! Still in shock that i got 100% on my performance of Hamlet. *sigh* what can i say? i guess i just have a natural flair for the dramatics.

completely exhausted. i think my work schedule is finally catching up to me. Hmm...no good, no good. Especially not good cuz i'm up doing somebody else's work all the time! arg! okay, i understand u wanna get into university, Peter, but erm...isn't it supposed to be a reflection of you? and it's not my fault i made one mistake. ur english is more horrible than mine! ur grammars are bads mans! nevertheless, i'm sure that one peoples will understand ur *ahem, MY* beautiful story about success and failure.
*note to self. stop talking directly to people who don't read my blog!*

really...i do this too much...ok...no more talking to peter...or bin...am i allowed to talk to myself? well...actually...that's just about what blogging is right? ur talking to yourself...in writing. *ok...i sense weirdness. does this mean i'm getting sick again?*

oh yeah...speaking of work schedule (uh...from two paragraphs above), i have a job now! yay! hehe...anyone notice i wasn't around after school today? yeah...i went to my interview and she hired me on the spot! yay! now does that mean that i made a really good impression or were they just really deparate?

"oh treble woe!
hold off the earth awhile,
till i have caught her once more in mine arms."

aw...doesn't shakespeare always sound so romantic? cept...this is Laertes talking about his sister, Ophelia. hmm...conspiracy. *sigh* speaking of shakespeare, i hate unrequited love. it's so painful.

anyways, au revoir! good bye! a bien to (sp?)! see you soon!
the polka dot door, the polka dot door
see you soon at the polka dot door,
where songs and stories and so much more!,
at the polka dot door, at the polka dot door

really...why are polka dots called polka dots? they don't exactly know how to dance the polka, do they? they're dots!

ok...au revior for real this time. bon nuit.

posted by j.why @ 10:48 PM