5 more days to my favorite event of the year, 9 more days to the scariest day of my life so far, and 15 more to the best day of the year. 21 to the day of greatest celebrations. 22 to the most traumatic day of our lives.
I've bought one textbook (Theory of knowledge) and three story-textbooks (Huck Finn, King Lear and Siddhartha) Thank goodness school will probably open with chapel :) Girls' uniforms arent even on sale yet. A sweater's essential. And then a whole new string of thoughts that directly involve psyching out for the new year.
Anyways how bad can recurring fevers get? I've never had 4 fe-freaking-vers in like, 2 weeks?! Sick again ): and its not just grey's anatomy inducing 5 am nights, i think its partially my thought mechanisms to blame. Which is partially why I watch GA almost obsessively, so I dont have to think about anything.
Its really annoying that stuff like
this happens shortly before the greatest event of my year. Hoping to clear it up on Thursday, in as discreet a way as possible. And I told someone about it, someone I would never ever expect to have told. It just came out, like the mythical wolf Fenrir exploding his chains apart.
Bleh. Well the greatest month of the year where the greatest people are born (HEY im talking about Christ okay) is here, so i might as well stay jolly :) For example how I probably wont buy a dress anymore cause Mom got me an Acer Travelmate laptop (!!) and Uncle DP gave me a new mobile. And Uncle R's gonna get me a Crumpler sch-bag. And Mom who "I hate shopping!" all the time, went on a shopping spree this past weekend and spent *insert undisclosed scary amount* in a few hours.
Tis the season to be jolly, tis the season to be merry, tis the season to be happy, tis the season to be...
