I know, it's been a while since I've posted.
But it's not my fault. Blame it on the exams, I say!
Yes, I am currently doing my preliminaries right now.
I've only done 3/7 exams so far and it's the second week already.
Ancient history and economics was pretty easy, but english was the killer one.
It always is.
Which is very ironic as english should be anyone's best subject, because after all, it is english.
I have society and culture tomorrow and that's it for this week.
I haven't touched my books yet. SIGH.
Well, I guess I perform better when I study after midnight.
But I think I'm tired or something, 'cause my eyes are really blurry @_@.
Anywho, you guys may be wondering why this post is titled "Sad news"?
Well brace yourselves because what I'm going to tell you is very heartwrenching. Get someone to stand next to you just in case you faint.
I won't be going to my boyfriend's year 12 formal.
I'll give you this time to cry about it and take it all in slowly.
Yeah, well it's for a very stupid reason and I don't care to explain 'cause it's just too depressing.
And obviously, he's not going either.
But don't you think it's sad?! I think I'm more sad about it than him, and it's his formal.
Well, our friend suggested us to go to the after party at least but I thought, "Wouldn't it be weird?".
Because we're attending the after party and not the actual formal.
I mean, if someone did that, I'd find that quite rude.
But these people are our friends, so I'm sure they wouldn't mind, or even give a shit.
And we wouldn't know whether to dress up or not, 'cause what if we did?
We'd look like total douchebags, getting all dressed up for an after party.
But what if we didn't?
We'd look like total douchebags anyway.
So basically, it's a lose-lose situation.
But she told us to dress up for fun anyway. So I guess, it's okay.
And while everyone's at the formal, we'd be hanging at the apartment/hotel place waiting for them to come.
Oh, this is just getting sadder and sadder.
But not going is even sadder.
Oh well, if my boyf and I don't end up going, we'll just have to do something *special ourselves!
*: hanging at his house, watching TV, irritated at his laughing, yelling and swearing towards his computer games.
Oh yeah, it'll be the time of our lives.
Anyway, I'll leave you guys with some pictures of my dad's little turtles.