246. Right under my feet is air made of bricks, that pulls me down, turns me weak for you.

God. This kid makes me burst and bleed (:

BALLET CONCERT.

SOB.

I'm so scared I might just pee into my new leotard.

And I MIGHT just not have my eternal backbones going ):

It's okay Shaun/Ryan, you can laugh at me next time.

I don't care, I'm going to stuff myself with McD's tomorrow.

I havent had a bite in FOREVER.

In fact, I'm in a OVERSIZED mood for WENDYS DOUBLE TROUBLE (FAT) SHRIMP BURGER.

Yumyum.

Rehersal's from 11pm, then I gotta wait till 2pm before the next one starts.

Gah, this is killing me.

PS:

DANCE PREVIEWS THIS FRIDAY.

WHAT THE EFF?

HOW THE FREAKING HELL DID I NOT KNOW THIS?
SOB.

MY ANTI SOCIAL LIFE IS FINALLY DAWNING ON MY REALITY.

EEK.