Old class reunion this afternoon after school. So excited. I'm cutting every portion in half except breakfast to make room. See, our old class teacher was also our home economics (hjemmekunstskab, mine kære, tænk sig), and the reunion is going to be all about cooking stuff and having a good time at our old school. I'm really looking forward to it, and I'm sure I can hold back, but if I don't I will need a plan b. Make room beforehand. Precautions. Preventions. That's how it has to be. And that's why I'm on a tight schedule.
- 2.15 pm.: I get off school.
- 2.35-3.15 pm.: In the gym.
- 3.40 pm.: Take a shower.
- 4 pm.: Out the door.
- 4.15 pm.: Arrive at reunion.
So I will be... approximately one hour late. Invitation said to come when possible though. Starts at 15 pm. It'll be fine.
I got an A for my essay on stress and procrastination. Look at that: 'Always a pleasure'. Boasting, boasting, I'm horrible, but it's a boost. People keep asking me stuff about the future -- which days am I available? baaah! Stop distracting me please! Gym Monday and Wednesday (Friday or Saturday), writer's club the next five Tuesdays, and then homewooork guys! It's gotta be done. But I'm dealing with it, we'll stay organised and everything will be just dandy. And when it's all over, I'll write. I'll take photos. I'll be free to do whatever the hell I please and nobody's going to tell me otherwise.
Oh, wait, I'll have to find time for a part-time job somewhere in there....
Introducing a brand new label: stress.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Gimme some lovin'! Or, y'know, whatever keeps you floating...