OKAY.
theres this crazy rush now.
everyone's rushing out their english stuff.
my group has already handed up everything.. so yeah.

OKAY. there was ballet last night.
and we gave our teacher a bra for her super belated present..
and she wore it on tuesday..
so i was talking about it..
then we have this pianist, hes MARTIN.
he's this weird guy in his twenties.
and he's crazy over his music.

*he has this shirt saying DANGER- CERTIFIED FLIRT.
which he wore a few times..
and i think it really suits him since hes such a flirt.*

so apparently he heard us talking about THE PRESENT,
and he didnt know what it was,
so he said he wanted one.
ITS A BRA. MY GOSH.
me and natasha were sent into fits of silent laughter.
and he was like.. embarassed??
O_O

yeah. martin's really nice and stuff.
he talks to us and gives me sweets when he has some.
so i guess thats cool.

yeah. recently he got involved in an accident,
and his motorbike was wasted..
THAT STUPID TRUCK. IF I EVER KNOW WHICH ONE IT IS I'LL GO AND ATTACK IT.
so he got injured and stuff.. he jumped off his bike.
hoho. then he was showing us all his injuries.
even this one at his shoulder, which he pulled his shirt to the side.

WHAT A SHOW OFF.

but obiously me and nat were interested.. O_O
and we were asking him ALOT of questions.
the ms kok was sayign that ITS GOOD, cause then he'll learn not to ride the motorbike again and all that.
and me and nat were like: SO BAD..
martin told us later that he still felt like riding. O_O
SAD.

ive to head to esplanade later and perform.
gosh. i dont want to.
esplanade brings back memories.

and if i see that bunch of bikers im gonna get them..
like tell them to piss off and shout at them in public and all that.
i dont care if that biker is CUTE, (he looks like a kid) but hes so gonna get it from me.
its not like he's really at fault,
its my fault for whatever happened,
but i am gonna do this to make myself feel better.
.. what a horrible girl.

i have to go off and meet the seniors soon..
so i better end off.
i really dread the performance tonight.
like DREAD.
HATE.
its not just some foolish girly shit complaints,
its more than that..

tomorrow's the last day of school..
i want to go to the beach.
and im sure i'll need the visit after tonight's performance.

*and since SOMEONE has the same blogskin as me, i'll probably change it when i have the time to..


*noelle is such a fool.*
i'm hating myself with every passing minute.