My feet are looking really gross now.

Blisters here... Open wounds there... Red, angry scars with black dirt everywhere. They're sick.

Heh.

But I am really enjoying dance now.

I can't wait for Rapture, yet I don't want Rapture to come since I don't think we're very prepared, and besides once Rapture comes it'll be over, so I'm having mixed feelings over this whole deal.

Yeah.

But... I do have to get back to studying, honestly. I do want my grades, afterall. My good grades.

Gosh, I still have dance at 8 tomorrow... It'll be fun, though. Not so stressful. HA.

Ah, shucks.

OH ANONYMOUS TAGGER, WHO ARE YOU?

Okay...

This is... random high-nesss. [Sounds like royalty.] Kinda reminds me of when I first started this blog. It was so random and happy and fun. Look at you now, Mat. Look at you now (shakes head, tsk-ing).

Okay, I really have nothing else to blog about - it's either that, or all that I wanted to blog about I can't bring to the surface of my mind currently cos I'm in such a fagged mood.

FYI, 'fagged' does not mean that I'm gay - it just means that I'm really tired. It was used in Austen's era, so it's a legitimate word entitling the user to claim tiredness and not homosexuality!

Ah.

This is really rubbish now.

Haha.

I really should go and sleep.

So... bye?

"If you've got nothing to say, just say that. Then you WILL have something to say."

I am so witty, I kill myself sometimes.