blame it on the pop

i feel like posting, except i've spammed my own blog so much already.
i've got 3 mosquito bites all in a row on my foot. and 3 on my hand.

i can't wait til school tomorrow. haven't seen so many people in a week.

was talking to annie the other night on the phone and she said i'm so 'loving' now. i don't know if that's good or bad. i'm guessing it's good, on my way to become a better person.

that reminds me of my failed attempt to stay 'cool, calm and collected'

oh, and somehow another thought came to my head.
last night when we were on kingsdeane oval, someone kicked a soccer ball over my head.
i wished on it, like you'd wish on a shooting star :)

gosh, i love life so fucking much.
i mean, life with my friends. family is bleh at the moment, except for my dad. he's being awesome.

i'm going to keep rambling.

my conscience knows too much, and i think i should stop having imaginary conversations with myself and stop thinking for a while.