Just like, you know, random crap. :)

Urrgh urggh urgggh.

Why do I do this to myself?

Sugar free dark chocolate

. The name alone should warn me to stay as far away from the product as possible.

But I bought it.

And now, I need Cadbury to get the disgusting aftertaste out of my mouth.

So much for choosing the healthy option. :D it send me back in a circle to the goodness of normal fatty milk chocolate. :D

Most obviously, I am procrastinating.

And even more obviously, I just started feeling like crap realising that next week I will probably have a pimple due to the enormous amount of chocolate I've shoveled this week.

Depressed over the pimple that hasn't even arrived yet.
:(

Why do people have to keep giving me chocolate? :D

Tomorrow I have an English oral which I'm gonna fail coz mine is soooo CRAP. Like seriously. I think.

I'm scared. o.O

Plus, to make matters like worse or better, there is a formal next term.
To which I have no date.
Oh yes, my "total lack of allure" (Go rent out Easy A, best movie) strikes again. -.-
Well... admittedly, not "total" lack, coz obviously I manage to attract pedos. Especially indian ones... but it's not hard to attract pedos. :D
I mean, I guess I could go with a girlfriend,
and it would still be fun,
but still....
I don't know. I want to remember this formal, coz it will be the last high school dance we will have.

And if I do find someone who will waste their time with an annoying, chocolate-munching load like me,
It will mean just mean extra stress of:
finding a dress.
finding shoes.
paying for tickets.
finding jewellery.
and yeah, whatever else I have to do to get ready for a formal.

Things would be easier if we all turned up blindfolded and in our PJs. :)

And Mother is naming all the shy, fobbish boys she can think of. Sorry, but my one request is that my partner can speak engrish. I'm guessing she thinks the quiet ones are least likely to hurt me LOL. But it's all goooood, I have my pepper spray and rape whistle anyways. ;) Gotta love my friends.


Plus the other request of mine is that my formal partner must be taller than me. :D
So like, if you're a random stalker who reads my blog and would love to spend a night of frivolity at my side at a table of 12, awkwardly sipping soup and dancing with me and avoiding cordial just in case of spikeage, email me. ;)

Jokes, I'm not going with a random.
:D

Well ... actually, at this stage, I can't afford to be too fussy. ;)
I say that light-heartedly though. ;) get in line!

'Hahaaaa..... what line?'

o.O
Shut up, brain. Always spoiling the fun. -.-