I suppose it's official that wishes upon stars don't work when you wish for anything against your mother's will. I know, I seem ultimately fatuous. There's still some parts of me that don't ever want to grow up /: I wished that she wouldn't take a heinous approach to my results, prior to the feedbacks from su-whatsherface-nah. I wished against wishes that it wouldn't come to this but it did. The dearest has laid down strict rules and regulations that shall only be bent or reconsidered after the first CA results next year ): Curfews are set at 8pm or (god forbids !) earlier. I'm bummed out alright. I had planned to go movie- and record-whoring in December.
This can't irate me for long though. I find it hard to get angry at her for a long time cos she makes sense. She has every right to tie me right down anyway. I did nothing but imbue her with worry throughout the exam seasons. I suppose yeah, she's nice enough to let me go out twice a week once the lessons start. I didn't bother negotiating. I'll have to be out a lot prior to BizWorld soon enough and she's got no excuse to lock me up. I'll have this whole week free since people are gonna pop in and out of my house a lot and it'll keep my mother busy. TIME FOR SHOOPER SHOPPPING MAN. And catch up with everyone else, re-exams aside.
I found my love for my dictionaries back. No more infatuations with those from Borders. Oh yeah, remember how my hand got lacerated by the satay stick? NO MORE HOLE but it still hurts at some angles. phfft.
