And it takes acquired minds
To taste, to taste, to taste this wine
You can't down it with your eyes
So we don't need the headlinesWe don't need the headlines, we just want
To taste, to taste, to taste this wine
You can't down it with your eyes
So we don't need the headlinesWe don't need the headlines, we just want
Cedar, I miss.P'haps the Post-'O's mood hasn't exactly settled in yet. For one, am not overtly happy or anything.
(Other than laughing like retards in the MPH yesterday and scribbling all over my arms "YAY!YAY!YAY!" whilst the Invigilators were collecting our PMCAS' but that's not counted.)
Well, prolly in the days to come, I might miss mugging. Just when it started to get fun.. But one thing I can be sure to miss: the institution that taught me to mug.
Okay, cue Bimbo mode. Now that Prom is approaching.
I need to get my Prom Dress, pronto.
There really isn't much time left. But well, my parents don't seem all that anxious (at least not as much as I am!). Ugh.
And how am I supposed to squeeze in a Chalet, together with my Hair and Nails appointment, plus shopping for the Dress+Accessories whilst having only 4 days in hand? This, is ridiculous.
If I succeed, call me a miracle-worker, would you?