::A life more ordinary.
Handed in my donation card. My friend wrote his girlfriend's name and his good friends' names. No one donated to me so I put in my own $2 and wrote my bikes' names (oh well, I'm not that sociable anyway). Class rep complained how fake it looked. Interestingly, most everyone donated $2, except for some freak who donated $92.
Well.... it seems I have no life.
Wake up in the morning, hang around with the bikes. Have fun. Have no fun. Depends.
Everyday at school hanging around with my gang during lunch breaks (strangely, I'm the only female). Everyone just slacking away, eating and talking crap. No stupid girly activities. No bitching. No diet-obsessing and salad-eating. No obligation to do everything together and have they same opinion. No endless boy discussions. No beauty tips.
For once, I feel normal.
Come home from school, blog, talk crap to sis. Sleep. Zzz.
Not exactly the most perfect life in the world (it is pretty uneventful), but right now, it is pretty good.
Well.... it seems I have no life.
Wake up in the morning, hang around with the bikes. Have fun. Have no fun. Depends.
Everyday at school hanging around with my gang during lunch breaks (strangely, I'm the only female). Everyone just slacking away, eating and talking crap. No stupid girly activities. No bitching. No diet-obsessing and salad-eating. No obligation to do everything together and have they same opinion. No endless boy discussions. No beauty tips.
For once, I feel normal.
Come home from school, blog, talk crap to sis. Sleep. Zzz.
Not exactly the most perfect life in the world (it is pretty uneventful), but right now, it is pretty good.
