smile for me. (:

one sheep two sheep three sheep. i count to myself.

-_- the insomnia monster is after me again, blog. jiu ming ah. @_@ i can't find my sleeping medicine either. ._. the hot pink ones that kind of look like fake diamonds except their oval shaped.

hah. it's like junior year. once again, i resort to blogging. oh, blog. i can't sleep. i'm actually trying to go bedding early today too. asdjadjaslk. *sob* maybe God doesn't want me to go bedding.

i should've just went pianoing. actually i can't. i need my id card to get into the music building. clumsy as i am, i dropped my id card somewhere outside four hours ago. or my id card just ran away. -_- but don't worry, blog. he's in safe hands. a nice boy named eric p. woodward picked it up and bubbsed me and told me he had it. a;lskdj.

*sob* i'm wasting time. someone get me time for my christmas presents. shanks. there's never enough. let me sit here and be bored. but i can't, blog.

i have to memorize the apostles creed, do some english papering, piano juries on wednesday DAH. it's when there's two outside judges and four faculty members judge you on your performance and it's your *dun dun dun* final grade. and decides scholarships and such. not to mention that it's also a competition. -_- i have to think like beethoven, chopin and barber when i'm up there. and i must get an A or there's no point in being a performance major. foundations final on thursday. and i'm don't know anything. *sob* and more finals to come next week. *shriek*

heh. i think i just like to brag about how many things i need to do. it's been like that since eighth grade. (: busy bee.

time to go play. la de da.

p.s. my stress spot hurts. ._.