.. .. .. ..Is the inter-connected phone RINGINGGGGGG RINGGGINGGG RINGGGGINGGGGGGG at 5:30am, and it's all the way across the bedside table, so you can't reach it with your sleepy, fumbling attempts at picking it up and slamming it back down. Your Dad is leaving London this morning, and so his wake up call is at 5:30am. You don't have to be up until 9:30, but everyone else is at snooze mode accept for my Dad whose in the shower and there's no one here to make the screeching of the phone stop. And you're half asleep, so it sounds even louder than it is. Slow motion, high-pitched, echoing, blasting, ringing. Never ending. The other end of the phone wants to make COMPLETELY sure you're awake. So it rings 400 million times, which is very thorough of them.. But it is the last thing you want to experience when you're half asleep, groggy, cranky, and trying to keep your eyes closed so you don't wake up completely and feel inclined to then blog about your trying, unfortunate situation. I think you can guess how it, inevitably, all worked out in the end. So I'm very inclined to blog about my trying situation.
I've got this eggie feeling that people at school feels that i'm being obnoxious. Boy, is that the word? Well, sometimes I don't greet people I see because I thought maybe they didn't see me, or something just came over me that made me superbly self-concious of late. Even teachers, no, ONE teacher particularly gave me that sense. Or maybe i'm just too LOUD people no longer thinks I feel shame and uncertainties too. Well at least ex-prcsians and a haydnite was always there to make me feel right at place and there's at least someone who never fails to catch my slightest wave as I struggle with my self-conciousness. So I thank you and hope tha tit will stay.
Some things in life they just don't wanna see
But if Michael Jackson was livin'
He wouldn't let this be, no, no, no
P.S: you know I really wish I needn't admit it, I miss M.J
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