I'm wearing a grin that's too big for my face.

I'm obsessed. And for once, it isn't about a boy.
I keep fretting over really out-of-the-blue things, such as my diary. Will someone ever peak? Then broadcast it out for everyone to laugh at?
What about the future? Will I be in a boring office? Or splashing paint everywhere like a 6-year old?
And then there are the more optimistic things. Like tuesday.

Normally on Tuesdays, I have chinese, but that's only at 4:15, so I spend an hour or so on the computers there. But this tuesday last two period I have to perform Chatroom. For the 3rd time. The first time, I did okay, and got all the cues. The second time I totally sucked hard where i forgot to leave the stage. I seriously hope I don't do anything embarassing or whatever.
My life is droopy enough as it is.

I'm planning some things. Enjoying some events. Resenting a few people. Loving the way life keeps twisting around.
I love it all - as long as it twists in a nice way.