#240; will you still love me tomorrow
Saturday, January 9, 2010
To Rachel:
hey Rachel I'm super super sorry that I can't go today /: told my dad to wake me up at five then he said that when he did that I told him I didn't want to go and wanted to sleep but I completely don't remember saying anything ): stupid subconscious ): very very very sorry! I'll learn the steps from crystal (and make her give me a play-by-play account of every single minute of that three hours)!
To Crystal:
TANG TANG ): my dad tried to wake me up and said that when he woke me up at five I told him I wanted to sleep but I don't remember saying that I was so excited for first prac!!!!! ): ): ): ): D: D: D: you must must must teach me the new steps (during obs HAHAHA) and you must must must tell me everything that happened and how minchih and the other people danced and who's getting in!!!!!
To MinChih:
MINCHIH! go ask crystal why I'm not there I'm sick of typing it out D: I'm depressed I tell you. I purposely made my fever go away for today!!! ): tell me how it went okay! how's the new dance what's the song how much did you learn how did you fare what did you do?
I think it's quite sad how the current state of my life can be summed up in three smses.
Okay I feel all spoilt and everything like I'm harping on something supposedly small that supposedly
doesn't affect the bigger picture (not that anyone said that to me - it's what people do say when they try to comfort you isn't it) but I've always thought that was the stupidest, most uncomforting phrase ever, I mean like right now, right here does the big picture even matter? The small picture is what twists the proportions and shines out so much brightly and affects you so much more than the big picture argghhh I'm depressed okay (but I should stop looking depressed I think my dad is starting to feel guilty /: he already spent about half an hour talking about nothing to make me feel good O: )
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