

I slept in my brotherapos;s room. Because of the waves... Long story :D Itapos;s really starnge. Iapos;m here with a permission.
Noone is looking at me all the time to whether i break something or put my leg on his bed, etc. Really starnge... :D
By the way. This blogging thing tottaly got me. Iapos;m that kind of person who can easily get hooked on stuffs like this. Just one day had passed and Iapos;ve been here for like 5 times already... I knew that I donapos;t have a real life, but this?? This scares me -.-apos;apos;apos;� Iapos;ve read something� somewhere about blogging and people who blog,�and it was so really true that shocked me before I burnst out with laughing (<- can guess...it was bash.hu or something like this). The problem is that I canapos;t recall at all. Hm... Too bad. I was really good. Ok, the thing is, that Iapos;m turning into a bloggingfreak, without having things that really worth to be shared with the World. And thatapos;s what scary...donapos;t ya think?
I wonder who the hell diceded that a face like I put next to "mood"� means anxious... Now seriously, does this guyapos;s face looks like anxious to you? No, right?�:/
Iapos;m anxious because Iapos;ve gotta make a presentation for tomorrowapos;s class in Japanese. And I wanted my private teacher to check it before I stand up and start blabbling about tottaly boring stuffs�using a tottaly wrong grammer. But I still donapos;t have it, so I could put my head on it that she wonapos;t check it until like Wednesday, what is already way too late:P And besides this, the fact that I would have to stand up in front of my class and speak....whaaa the thought is unbearable T_T I donapos;t want to~
dixie rose deluxes, dixie rodeo round up, dixie roadhouse, dixie road toronto.



