it sucked.
ALOT.
i screwed up.
ALOT too.
dont talk about it to me.
im fed up. and i never want to see this bloody performance again.
im not even going to bother watching the recording or anything.

wtf la. ashley just informed me that a whole load of class people know about td, and they're like:
OMG HES NOELLE'S BF.
you can just kill me right now.
when will girls really MATURE..?
AND STOP ALL THIS GOSSIP STUFF, ITS REALLY PISSING ME OFF.
NEXT TIME ILL JUST TOTALLY NOT SELL TICKETS TO ANYONE.
ARGH.

OKAY.
im such a bloody failure, and im disappointing myself.
ho.
theyre two good things though..
there isnt anymore dance for term two and the holidays.
and my mum suddenly started to talk to me..
even though we had a hard arguement on sunday.
but i dont know if thats really good..

ITS SUCKED. BAHH.
I CAN JUST GO JUMP OFF A BUILDING OR SOEMTHING.
AND I LOST MY NAMETAG.
SHIT. HMPH.

im expecting everyone to like: OMG NOELLE WAS THAT YOU?
im going to say that it was just some other psycho girl, and not noelle leow.
and the OTHER thing. wlau eh.
im so pissed early in the morning.. i dont want to think how im going to survive the whole day.

girls, GROW UP.