Monday, June 1, 2009

Cranky

today.

Not enough sleep. I was running on three hours of sleep. I bitched like no tomorrow. The noontime music was baaad. I was so fucking frustrated. I hate noontime committee cause no one really commits. I'm super tired right now. I don't need more work to do. I need to make up my Gov work and I need to pick my English grade up. The tournament is this Saturday and I want to win. I haven't gotten a first in forms in a while. I need to get first now. This is a really vague blog but whatever, I'm exhausted. I kinda want to keep my stole for leadership, just because I worked hella hard for the past two years. My family is here. My baby cousin is so cute. I'll upload a picture when I find my camera. I need to print a lot more pictures tomorrow. Jovey's, Sandy's, and Jess'. Then a bunch of moded ones like Armily's and Tony's hahha. It'll bee cool.

So to something more meaningful. Yesterday was Frere's Mass. Van Nghe performed after the mass. I messed up like crazy. It was cool though. I cried a bit but yeaa. I was so exhausted from that. Erich came and hung out with me. That was nice cause we were gonna hang out but I told him that I would've fell asleep. Which I did for a bit. After that I was just like yea. I worked on today's leadershit CD and I was up late doing it. But like this weekend after the youth "Anti-" rally just made me think. The "rally" was supposed to strengthen our bond with God right? Well, I think it did that without all the rituals. That entire experience just made me turn to God. I'm not sure but I think our faith in God is strongest when we need someone to turn to. When we need someone that wouldn't give you an opinion, but give you some little ray of hope that things will get better. I'm not sure really, but thats what it feels like. I should get to sleep. I don't need to be extremely cranky again. Hamburger helper lunch tomorrow. And I get to see Anita! Maybe we'll go to Quickly's or something. Graduation is less than 11 days away now. I can't wait.

KBye

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