I didn't post yesterday cos' I was at the airport meeting Tommy, I got back at 2AM and conked out.
Anyway, yeah. Tommy visited from Korea! Haven't seen that idiot in so long!! Me, Darren and Eugene got some placards and wrote stuff on them like 'Go back to Korea' and 'I'm pregnant and it's yours', contrary to the typical lovey-fangirl shit that regular fangirls would right. Once he saw them he told us to cut it out cos' we were embarrassing him, hahaha! But damn, my Hong Kong trip's on Monday. Didn't know it came so fast. And Tommy's only gonna be here for 2 weeks, and I'm flying off in a couple of days, I don't even get to hang with him that much because of school. Fuck! And I have to juggle Latin Dance too! God dammit! Now I'm starting to regret that Hong Kong trip. It seems like everyone's suddenly free within the time period that I'm going to Hong Kong, and they're all asking me out and I have to refuse them all. Why didn't you all ask me out when I was bloody free?!! Now I have to carefully, carefully manage my schedule so I can spend as much time as I can with each group. Have to turn down some, have to pick up some, and I have to fit it all nicely. I have no idea what to do anymore. I haven't even started packing!
Final Year Project's a pain too. We are so behind schedule. I highly doubt I can finish much by the end of this week before I fly off. I'm really kinda worried now. As a leader, I'm a failure for delegating tasks that wasted time. I feel real guilty and pissed at myself. Now I just can't afford to fuck around anymore. But it's hard to stay serious because the guys around me are noisy. I got used to Shirleen and the bunch on my left, but Colin sitting behind me with his unnecessary commentary and his irritating airy laugh really gets on my nerves, even through earphones. I'm just... just... RRRRRGGHHHHH
Well, I didn't make it to Latin Dance practice today because I got caught in the terrible storm after hanging out at Tommy's house playing games. Me, Tommy and Darren just sitting around playing games and screaming. These are good times.
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