A while ago while I was sitting here (alone) (in my room), I saw something in facebook that made me really happy.

Like really happy that I shot out of my chair and began jumping up and down like a hobo and spinning around like a ballerina.

And then.

I crash onto my chair and fell on top of it which caused me to sit on the seat upright abruptly, not realizing my toe was underneath one of the legs.

Conclusion?

I have a dead toe. Poor toe nail.

• Me: So I read this story about a girl who fell head over heels in love with this guy. But the guy had to leave the town. They couldn't be together. She was broken-hearted for a long time. She never stopped hoping. But then, ten years later, she meets this other guy. And they were so madly in love.
• Kim: And then?
• Me: The guy from her past suddenly pops out of nowhere and forces her to make a decision.
• Kim: Who did she choose?
• Me: The unexpected romance.
• Kim: ...
• Me: You know...maybe that's just how love is like. Sometimes ten years or any other amount of time doesn't matter. As long as you love that person. You'll be willing to forget and just be happy.
• Kim: ANG DRAMA MO HAZEL!!!!

But that doesn’t mean I’ll fling myself to the next guy who says he likes me.

Being a hopeless romantic means knowing what to expect and what not to wish for. Differentiating reality from the ideal thing—and yet still dreaming of something different.

But I passed my first-choice school and first choice course from UP. o.O

like WTF??????

Oh well. Epic day. >:DDDD