...for a day, hooray. it's about damn time.

exam week is over and all exams beautifully failed, so finally I can get some sleep...
the next period starts tomorrow and it's seeming to be the best one this year for me.
it's the dance class...
and English class...
and music class...
and drawing class...
and just two 'real' subjects(English is fun so it can't be a serious subject, plus that I rly love the teacher); history and health studies classes...
and the mother creative fucking writing class!
I've waited for it ever since I got in this school.
but this means stress, what if I'm really no good? what if it doesn't go as perfect as I'd like it to go? what if I run out of time to work that hard for it?
and I'm supposed to enjoy the class... like hell I could when I think so practically ._. I need an attitude renovation overnight... ah shit, the sleep....

hey wtf was I thinking a second ago!?
HEY SLAP SLAP LUCII WAKE UP it's not like ANY class is gonna go well if you just pile up more stress and shit and forget the essentials NOW GETCHA ASS OFF dA AND GO TO BED.

I know I should whip myself just inside my head, people. I know.