Seriously, if boredom could kill, I would have dropped down dead from the very moment I stepped through the door into my Economics class. Not that I have anything against the lecturer or anything, but he's kinda dry. Thankfully, I have fond memories from friday to get me through the deadly boring three hours. For the first time in my life, I arrived home at quarter to ten without informing either my parents where I was going, nor what my plans were. I used to plan everything down to a tee even though it was just watching a dumb movie with my sister. Now I know how fun it is to do something spontaineously. Not that I'm a boring person, but the planning is to ensure that I always have an answer for my father whenever he asks. Damn, for the first hour or so on saturday, I expected my father to yell at me and get into the angry fit that he always does. To my surprise, he acted as though I reached home right on the dote at three in the afternoon. Haha! It was damn nice, but the trip home wasn't exactly very pleasant since I nearly fell alseep on my senior's shoulder. But it was definitely a start... :)
LeO TaN.9:40 PM
. ___thinking of you every min