So basically, I slacked for the whole day, waiting for permission to get out of the house.
And when I finally did, I ended up being late for dinner with half of 05IP03 (:
Mexican fare, apparently very fattening; beans, chicken, weird cabbage dyed red, torillas.
So, Happy Birthday:
Lainaye Siew PCME you-who-is-never-full, Doris Dong dearest unglam queen, Mich NST President, Wawwaw the-little-genius-obsessed-with-drawing-Elmos (:
Fun stuff, we made so much noise at Cafe Iguana and on the bridgey thing trying to take pictures of people jumping.
ohwell, tomorrow's a new day. Dance-packed and IMRE-obliged.
Shucks. Am not looking forward to YLTC.
1. The mentor's awfully unhappy I'm disappearing for the one week he is around during this holidays (see, that's how screwed my project is)
2. I am not one who thinks that OBS is fun.
3. I am going to be dead tired by the time we get to dance camp, ain't a good thing.
I hope I get past this
