And am mildly sick of chinese. But I think I will like it after the Os. Also, why does everyone else have their own private blogs ;_;
But I like yours! And the dress and your sister's expression and the monkey on the window.
I could never keep up diary-writing of any sort, partly because I never know what to say and partly because I'm not used to putting what I feel into words, as I don't have a running commentary in my head and the only time I think aloud in words in my head is when I'm trying to convince myself of something absurd (like explaining the left hand rule using the right hand rule) or having imaginary conversations. Er that's normal, right? (D:)
(Oh we must continue this next year! Can we?)
I rather miss 411! I couldn't cry at graduation, even though I really wanted too. It's like it's missing this sense of closure and finality, which is horrible and makes everything somewhat surreal. They/we/you've been an awesome, wonderful, <3! class, and vivian's done a wonderful job (heh we said last year that she was sheltered) and everyone's been really nice and not clique-y and our class deco and photos and videos and cards are 8D <3 !!
(If we all died now and some random archeologist from the future looks through my cards, I'd probably be this odd schizophrenic person, because the only things they all agree on is that I have (i) messy hair and (ii) am odd/queer/weird. It was really fun writing them for other people, though, and in the class outing in 2021 we should dig them out and laugh and smile and cry.)
LITWTAOOTW #?
(While looking for that acronym I scrolled through a few months of archives, and ahhh <3. But we've changed. Quite a bit.)
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