So to continue from where I left off.
The busking festival.
We’ve searched everywhere (not literally everywhere, because we would have found it then) for this thing and it seems to have vanished. What is it? A couple of diabolo sticks. Not evil sticks. How could you think that! Haha. You probably know what a diabolo is but if you don’t you can easily search it. That’s how lazy I am I don’t want to explain it to you 😀
So that’s just something that’s annoying me right now. The other thing is I’m worrying about this application form I have to turn in to the busking people so they can give me a spot, and there’s a closing date (real soon) and there are limited spots. And it’s a little freaky to think we may not even be going out to turn it in today!! (Has got past the stage of chewing fingernails. Besides I cut them so short there’s nothing to chew. I should have learnt not to expect anything at all but this is important to me, I didn’t go last year, I want to go this year, I want to be a kid who busks, and I want to do it while I am still fourteen, I don’t want to wait until I will be nearly sixteen next year, That is too old. Since when was I going to be sixteen! It’s scary to think, there’s somebody who’s twenty years old, only 5-6years older than me. Another five years and I will be NINETEEN!!! It’s so weird!!!)
—^ end bracket. So long.
Oh, blog about movie making next. And about song writing, and being scared of putting my face (and my apparently terrible voice) on YouTube. :&
I just felt like ending it here. Oh, and I may also post next a photo of the mozzie-corpse that’s imprinted on our wall where I killded it. It’s deaded body is’d still stucked to our wall 😛 Haha! xD (I know it should be gross but it isn’t to me!! :D)