I like the days that don't begin with fear. Today was good.
Re-pinking hair; listening to The Strokes; drawing; hitting the op-shops. Leg-warmers and pewter mugs and did I not mention my bright pink hair? I did, but it makes me beyond happy, so I'm ok with mentioning it again.
Ball is tomorrow, bring on the dresses and the suits and the alcohol too. Get keen.
My voice is monotonous and soft so I hope you dont mind that I ask you to read "Get keen" in that sort of a tone. It just makes it feel more like me.
Lets hope that I survive my prac tomorrow. Three hours of chemistry and then glory.
I slightly hope that I kiss someone tomorrow night.
I'm trying not to imagine what would happen if anyone from college read this. I wonder if they'd keep my secrets.
Love to the cyber world.
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