Speed up your breathing.

I had an odd dream last night. I was at Bulldog Idol, except in some place like one of those cafes that hold poetry slams with all the black berets and finger snapping (you know what I mean). And I was with someone. And yeah... Then it shifted into this other dream where I was asked out by AN0THER someone. And I asked when and he made me take out my Bulldog planner. I opened to the page of the February calendar and on it, instead of days of the month, there were replaced with the number of days I've been single. It was 95 (it's not true, but it was in the dream). And the person said, "when it gets to another 95, we'll go out". Of course, it made more sense to say "on day 190", but dreams are vague... Mmm. Very weird. I woke up a little after that at around 2 am. It took me two hours to fall back asleep. D:<

Okie dokie artichokie hokey pokey. Today I went to aerobics. I couldn't do much, especially during yoga, because of my dumb womanly reasons. Then, English. Boring boring. I played with Winston's DS half the time. Thennn, chemistry. I think I got a C on the test... SIGHHHHH. .____. Thennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, after school, DingDong's house. We sang and I started getting my allergies from his cats. Bahhhh. And now I'm home. So it was a relatively "okay" day.

Nothing else to say. Audition timeeee! (Oh, so asian, so asian)