Home alone. Everybody in the building seems to be out of town. I guess I'm the only who is stuck here. Don't you hate it when you have nowhere to go, when everybody else is already gone? I hate it especially now, when my hormone is raging and I'm more sensitive than normal. A friggin' fine time to have a PMS.
I wish I could do another night of sleepover at my friends', but I kinda think they'd want some time alone. Make me wish I have a lover right now, so I can call him and have rabid make out session just to spend the time. How ... pathetic. This isn't good ... I just called my life pathetic. *sigh*
Whatever. I just have to find ways to spend this weekend. Let's make a list, shall we?
1. Clean up the apartment ... channeling the clean freak in me
2. Oogle over Gerard Butler's pictures ... and be lost in his blue eyes
3. Figure out ways to meet Chris Pine ... Paris sounds like a good backdrop
4. Play The Sims ... channeling the control freak in me
5. Level up in Mafia Wars ... wow, really?
Just five? I'm really getting sleepy now. Writings not making any sense at all ...
Must ...
Stay ...
Awake ...
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