i swear i hate calling maams,
there's always this sense of trepidation.
you never know if you're gonna say the wrong thing,
and lend yourself in hot soup.
so, i'm just gonna drag till maybe 9.30 before i start calling.
BLAH,
screw annual camp,
screw the mission trip.
thanks for taking up my entire holiday.

i learnt how to compose my own melody and riffs today,
for all the good it'll do me.
we'll never form a band,
& even if we do, we won't have the confidence to play it,
or we'll just keep dragging it.
i must say i think the idea's awesome,
but i'll only do it if nat's in as well.

oh and idiot edward came up with a dumb name for our band,
natine.
what the fuck?
oh well, still.
i love little one much.
& darling stick
& dear nat.
& eeyer ec.
& retarded little boy.
& niiiiiiiiiicky.
sheesh, i'm sounding like an ahlian.
gross.
9:11 PM
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