#400.
Epic as, four hundred, really.
Uh, last night I spent with the ever so lovely, M. And A, who I decided to make come out because we hadn't hung in a while, which was alright. :)
Ended up getting raped by mozzies, at the official bite count last night, I counted twelve, but then I found another one on my lower back. Never again, park at nine pm. NEVER AGAIN.


Today was swimming carnival, where half the girls at our school 'have their period', take any excuse to walk around jauntily in a bikini and take photos for facebook. For me however, it was photobombin', and eating. Hell yeah. Was, alright, had so much laughter, like you don't even know.
Got home, got started on my epic buildup of homework that has epicly built up. Herms came on and asked for some advice or critique on his short film script so far. He said I'd really helped, which makes me feel kinda not so useless.
Now I'm just chillin waiting for the brother to come home with some foodies, so I can pig out, take a shower, finish my work and go to sleep. Because I'm going to see you tomorrow, weew!




I'd probably just spend all day winking if we got these at work.

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)
I ♥ Phoenix, (500) days of summer, double entendres, unmade beds, autumn, Chopin, syncopated melodies, G7 chords and things that make me feel.

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