i feel like new zealand natural cookies and cream chiller.
fuck. it's tomorrow.
fucking 8th grade.
i'm so going to fail.
OF COURSE I WANT TO PASS. SHUT UP YOU CUNT.
BUT. each time i try to practise scales exam style - pick out random ones to play them,
i fail, miserably.
and my aural is just shit.
so i'm hoping, wishing, for a super nice examiner who would just pass me 8)
and i hope that i won't screw up ANY of my pieces. if i do, then i'll definitely fail.
i had a bitch for my 7th grade. so if i have her again. i'll just kill someone then commit suicide.
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however, after the fucking exam.
i would be enjoying the rest of the year + holidays without PRACISING?TOUCHING THE STUPID PIANO ANYMORE.
but yes, i would be doing leisure.. -_-
AND THEN THERE'S COOKIES.
i'm baking cookies again tmrw,
and banana bread.
oh yeah, and i finally convinced my mum that i won't need to go to school tmrw.
SO I WOULD BE SPENDING MY NIGHT READING INSTEAD OF DOING 5 MATHS EXERCISES AND I WOULD BE STRESSING FOR THE WHOLE DAY TMRW UNTIL 4:10 pm.
BECAUSE I HAVE NO SCHOOL TO DISTRACT ME.
so everyone, cross your fingers, pray to god, pray to buddha, pray to whoever at 4:10pm, 25th November that i would do fine and pass (preferably with good marks) for my 8th grade piano exam. (:
✎Written at 9:33 pm on Monday, 24 November 2008
