Sometimes I feel like a stalker

Just now I was reading a certain someone's blog.

Am very pissed because she always got something to write on her blog. Something interesting, fuuny and describe her life well. And her life just seem, you know, so purposeful, so...filled.

Unlike me who squints at other's blogs and stalks them.

Quite pathetic.

Today is another very long day. Getting yelled at in CCA, and still getting yelled at in drama practice.

Don't get me wrong. I approve of what Veronique is doing. I mean, getting us to focus and concentrate, and making our drama watchable. But someone, or many a lot of someone,do not like being yelled at.

Still, we would probably drift off if no one get us on track.

M H told us about the S and its auditions, about how most people in ME will get in. But there was one year, there was an exception, a girl with attendance problems got kicked out.

Was everyone looking at me? Or just guilty conscience?

Just feel stressed nowadays. Even more stressed than before exam.

Tasia: So, I'm Gwen's mum?

(Gwen is my character in the drama)

Me: Yeah. Wait, but, you are also Darren. (The boy I have a crush on in the drama)

Tasia: You fell in love with your mum?

Mathea: Either RY is lesbian or Tasia is bisexual.

We both glared at her.

Ok, going to search for gothic pictures on the web now. Then will write Remains of Mercy.