Dum Dee Dum...i'm seventeen and i hate pink. I possess a mental phonebook with twenty-three contacts of people who matters. I have a fetish for all sorts of musical instruments. I aspire to be an accomplished pianist and harpist by my own standards. I live in my own self-created society that lauds nothing but individualism & independence. I seem to contradict myself every moment and leave everyone else confused and shrouded. Despite everything that frustrates the hell outta the people around, I'm madly in love with myself.
anyway it's 090909 tmr!! why isnt anyone as excited about it as i am >.< and it's really sad that there's no one to celebrate it with me tmrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr all those piecess of shit who dun really give a damn about nice dates. but i like nine!!! it's my jersey numberrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
whateverr. i'm totally slack today cuz i had piano lesson which makes me not feel like studying at all after that. i did ONE pathetic chem topic today. waste of time
