The Lovesong Writer

Let's not get me started with my whims and fancies and muse over mindless and nonsensical tasks. It's time for what we really hate.

REALITY CHECK.

Normally I'd be estatic that we'd be going back to school after a boring, hair-pulling, frustrating month of holidays but this time it has just been one time too hectic. What with spliting time between debate, EMDD and homework, there was just no time to put my feet up.

WORSE STILL. I haven't completed my homework yet. Well, only English left anyway.

It just didn't feel like a holiday. It was a working disaster. AWWW... now doesn't that make me feel grown up? Like me on a working holiday the folks ALWAYS take. HAH. But there are still a few kicks left in being a Child-In-Transition (AKA a teen(:), that is, you can still watch Disney without anyone belittling you for being childish.

And I know this Child-In-Transition is going to watch Disney tomorrow night. I like to think of it as the back-to-school movie event. High School Musical, here I come!

the world can see us, and it's different from who we are.

2:20 pm;
Still waiting for you-