#359.
Ahh, it's been a tiring day. Thirteen hours up and on my feet at the god damn cafe. Up at six twenty, out by six thirty and making coffee by six forty five. But then again, I think I have mastered the rosetta! No more excess froth, no more flat white lattes! Just plain old pretty rosettas sitting on a cushion of one centimeter froth. I'm obsessed.




Theres a week between me and the first classes of two thousand eleven and I'm kinda looking forward to school but then I'm not? The whole work aspect doesn't bother me, neither does the up and at 'em times, because when school comes back, I actually get to wake up later. (Holy hell, that's absolutely mental!) The only thing I'm not looking forward to, is no more full Mondays, no more full Fridays free to myself, to go see Hermie. :(
That's what I've been worried about lately. I've been worried about time. Worried that I won't be able to fit everything in after school comes back. Helping mum at the cafe to keep her happy, seeing dad, work, and then him on top of that. I'm scared I'll end up losing something and losing things is never good. Especially if they're not phones and you can't call them.


I guess there's just been a lot on my mind lately, and I haven't even got enough time to think it all through as it is. I'll just wing it. Fuck it all, I will flap flap flap and wing everything.

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
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