try try try,

Oh damn im typing all these in the maclab now because you noe, i have a dance audition in 15 minutes and I feel like I have a thousand butterfiles in my stomach and a very very real feeling of nausea. Like, its so not a big deal already.

Okay, end of mindless design school student rant.

Because I have posted up more than enough up my bum stuff the previous month, i shall catch all of you up on my life. I'm almost done with Grey's Anatomy whereby saying that I'm slow and behind time is the understatement of the year. I got my hair highlighted blue and I did something really really crazy like join freaking chinese stop press orgainzed by CSS herself when natalie caught me on the offhand and I brainlessly said yes. I know.

Im still in shock.

I lost hope in the humanrace a few weeks back and nana is trying her best to restore hope and faith in me. Well, I told her I'd try but if I were you I wldnt hold out any hope of me turning into some color painting, henna obsessed, smiley kindly freaking social worker.

But I promised. So I'd try.

My new class is well, my new class. Not much change there. But then again im holding out hope because Tracey actually has something in common with me. Which is like, rare even if it isnt school. Assignments are pouring in like a broken tap and im trying my damnest to stay afloat before I get drowned by it. Sometimes its so bad, I halfheartedly wish a car would run me down so I wouldnt have to do my literature review of Basics of Media Research.

And of course, fear.

The fear of having hope, the fear of letting myself down, the fear that i might become another person; a person that I don't like.

I never show fear if I can help it though.