Saturday, May 7, 2011
I suppose this is what I always imagine my childhood dream to be like, going on teacups ride at Disneyland because they are about the major two whimsical things that I could imagine in one. I love the lanterns, and the pastel colours and the fact I got my Disneyland hat close to there. It was amazing at night and I loved Disneyland by day. I miss America and hate school. My right arm and hand feel like death, written 15 pages of notes today or something stupid and studied for 7 hours. The worse thing is everything isn't done and everything will never be done. The work just keeps mounting and mounting and it feels like I'm drowning in it. A big hug and cuddle from my boyfriend would fix all this I bet.