Went clubbing with my friends yesterday because it was one of our friend's 18th birthday. It was absolutely amazing. Dancing and drinking are two of the best things on earth, and to enjoy both luxuries with friends--simply priceless. The only mishap of the evening was when I snagged my stiletto heel on my lace skirt. It has a bit of a three-inch horizontal rip at the back now, but thankfully it's not that noticable. I guess I'll just sew it back up again.

Felt like making out with a guy I saw at the club, but I was sober and logical enough to know that I shouldn't waste a first kiss, much less a first make-out session, with a stranger. Besides, I don't think he's attracted to me; I think he likes one of my acquaintances. It would've been humiliating to kiss him and then afterwards be pushed away--or worse, to have been kissed back, and to discover later on that he was imagining that it was someone else or thinking of someone else while we were kissing.

*sigh*

Sometimes, while I see some of my friends and their boyfriends (or what's closest to their boyfriends), dancing, laughing, kissing . . . it makes me wonder when I'll find the guy for me. I'm not rushing or anything, but while I'm amidst people who all have someone special in their lives, it does make me feel just a tad lonely. I've had my share of compliments--that I'm beautiful, pretty, hot, sexy . . . and that I have a great personality . . . and I can't help but wonder, why don't I have someone to love me?

*sigh*

I guess it's not my time yet. I wonder when it'll be.

I don't want to go to school tomorrow. We've just finished our prelims, and so, results are bound to be out tomorrow. Damn it, I don't want to know. *sigh* Plus, I'm too lazy to do my homework. I want a break; I feel so burned out.

I'm tired of worrying about maintaining my 2.0 average.

I'm tired of stressing out about my course.

I'm tired of missing high school.

I'm tired of losing myself in college. 

I just want to rest. . . .