open house was a waste of time and bloody fucked up.
i almost kicked the whole flag pole to hell,
after screwing up for about the millionth time.
my flag skills are shit now.

yati and i skipped our shifts to talk behind the canteen.
i really really love yati.
she's one of the reasons why i keep dragging my ass to school.
we slept in the tent throughout openhouse.
stupid stuffy tent,
to take care of dumb logistics.

lunch with the both of them was weird.
i felt like i was intruding.
and i've never been so embarrassed before.
i'm never going back to that damn macs.
yati can go back there herself.

i admit i was being a bitch to the whole sqd today.
but hey, my patience's been stretched too far.
i shouldn't even be in training,
when i don't know a damn thing that goes on in training.
oh well.
now i have to go for counselling with short.
i feel like screaming.
but no, i/cs are supposed to be tolerant.
who came up with that i wonder?

acts29 was interesting.
i can't wait for excess though.
daryl scared the shit out of me.
i thought he saw the damn hand.

i keep coming home early these few days.
eeyer.
i started last night.
it didn't hurt, contrary to whatever whoever says.
just sit there.
and watch the spurt become a steady trickle.
how fun.
8:51 PM
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