91 years young

I cry when my friends and family are hurting. A lot of people think that it is weird (understandable). I just can't help it, they hurt, so I hurt with them.

Tomorrow is a happy day. I shall straighten my hair, put on some of my favourite clothes, and eat a lot of cake. And my bank accounts get messed up, yay!

In my words to Philip "Dude, we are so on program staff!!!"

Apart from small outings and birthday celebrations, I shall be a hermit for the next few days. Silly finals, thinking they're SO GREAT.

Whoever thought that giving a cumulative exam on 9 different religions was insane.

I love the word "frazzled".