
grr my com sucks.
it's so frustrating to have a com that countdowns your memory space. from 300+MB when you first start the com to 0. and that's without downloading any fucking thing into the com. stupid stupid glitch. i wanna buy a new mac, and when that's set up and all, i wanna rip this stupid thing into shreds. and break it. and smash it. and stomp on it. hahahaha yeah that's what i'll do. screw recycling for just this once.
umm it's gonna be exciting. cuz there's gonna be dance. one thing that really struck me was what sef said. "i don't want you guys to get sian of the dance." and that got me to think. i mean, the point of practicing is to get yourself so familiarised with the song/dance/item that you kinda practically hate it to the core and never wanna hear/do it again. but does it really have to be that way? i mean, it's kinda wrong just hating your own chosen art. might as well not do it that well, but know it and enjoy it. we're not at that level yet and most probably won't be, so don't overdo it and ruin your energy. let it sync.
poetry has many levels, and i wanna discover them. not all of them, but almost all, if possible. i feel as if i've only hit the top.
i'm scared of going to bed cuz i might not be able to sleep.
i'm scared of going to bed cuz i'm sick of sleeping today.
i'm scared of sleeping cuz i might not wake up well.
anyway i'm gonna be alone for the next couple of days. ready or not, here i come.
or, come on over baby.
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