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Saturday, February 24, 2007

dance practice from 130-6 is super tiring alright.
omfg. im super tired.
physically strained. mentally as well. by you.
thanksabunch.
whatever it is, im moving on. very well, WITHOUT YOU.
IM GOOD WITHOUT YOU.

theres danceworks at marina square tmr. i wna go! but i doubt i can cus ive got tons of work to complete. and im totally freaking out now looking at the schedule for dance practice next week.
INTENSIVE. very very the intensive yesh. 7 days per week. intensive no?
the bruises on my knees are like, come and go.
heaven was on my side today alright.
i was praying that theres not gna be any floorwork today and the first thing we went into the classroom. daniel says "WE'RE NOT DOING ANY FLOORWORK TODAY!"
omg yeah!

im like super fucked up today.dont ask me why. things always go the wrong way for me. so, yeah. dont probe. sheesh yea.
firstly, the IT is fucking me up, like totally. the pop outs and installations and SO MANY IE WINDOWS. ive no fucking idea why.
secondly, its you
third, my work is stressing me out.
fourth, dance is gna be intensive.
fifth, my body is aching like mad due to the intensive dance practices.
sixth, i need to get the clothes tailored.
seventh, i need to get the bloody music remixed.
but i guess. if i dont feel right, everything else feels wrong.
you can conclude why im fucked up now. basically, its you.

MY SCHEDULE FOR NEXT WEEK.

MONDAY: 830-530 - CLASS, 7-8 - DANCE CLASS
TUESDAY: 830-530 - CLASS, DANCE AFTER THAT
WEDNESDAY: 830-230 - CLASS, DANCE 3-7(hopefully)
THURSDAY: DANCE 3-7
FRIDAY: 1130-230 - CLASS, DANCE 3-7
SATURDAY: DANCE CLASS130-230, DANCE 4-8
SUNDAY: DANCE(tentative)

fucked up schedule. im fuckingggggg tiredd. ZOMG. i think my life is gna shorten by half if this carries on.
okay. its fucking 3am. and i fucking need to sleep. bye to the world.
peace out.

lastly, sorry for the profanities. im still feeling fucked up.

10:39 AM


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