We found out the texts for English next year and 'The Catcher in The Rye' is one of them, which is also one of my favourite books. I'm excited of the prospect of leaving summer to head back to tropical weather soon, soon and we'll do the things we've planned to do tea parties picnics lunches and dinners and christmas shopping, or is there enough people and enough time? It's scary I said, how the year is ending in (as of now) five weeks, and manic panic I am. I'm looking forward and not looking forward, a new 365 days makes me queasy and gosh. It's weird how people have been asking me am I okay this week which I assure them I totally am and they all say the same thing; are you sad no I'm not I'm okay I think and my nemesis provided further proof saying I didn't even argue back but hey, what could I say?
All my papers ended this week so we're all exhausted and exhilarated, two months before the real deal starts but in the meantime, we allow ourselves for sunshine and games and fun. More to the point, there's been puzzling days and a lot more of awareness or maybe it's just this time of year everything sort of comes together once more, to re-adjourn.
I'm going to brew a cup of strawberry tea and eat Pocky.
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