Desire.

After a fairly successful day of plodding through scriptwriting class, completing the retarded APEL assignment (think along the lines of a values reflection cum pastoral care thingymajig) and getting half of my BJ assignment completed, I got to see the Boy.

*warning*
UPCOMING GUSH.

He called this morning to check up on me after falling asleep yesterday and therefore being unable to provide the support I needed. He shook some sense into me by scolding and chiding in his usual manner that makes me feel like a small, weak and pathetic little kid. I need that sometimes.

We exchanged texts during the day (ok, two or three) and agreed upon dinner. Then he tells me we're going to Al Forno's (along East Coast Road. GO!) and I feel immediately shy. I don't like other people paying for things like that. Feel guilty. Shin's argument: "If you don't go, that means you don't like Al Forno's! *exaggerated GASP* So see! You have to go. Confirm ah! Hokaytankyewbubye."

When i got to his place, we talked about his gruesome biology class and as I was so tired, I crashed. He rubbed my tummy until I fell asleep and cuddled me throughout.

I like those feelings. The feeling of being needed, wanted and desired.

GUSH OVER.

Dinner was amazing. Salad, Pizza, Pasta, Sorbet and an Aperatif. <3 The night was a little easier once the wine was digested. I'm currently padding this out on my bathroom floor with my toothbrush in my mouth, procrastinating because I don't want to do work and I'm still pink from the wine and woteva else I was given. It was yummy, just that I have no clue what it was.

I like Nobina. She's nice.

I'm glad I got to drink today. Needed it after the upheaval I've faced. Today was almost perfect. I got to nap in class (James walks in. Where's Kelly? *rae points to the desk* James inquires whether the thing is a foetus and says he wants to stand on it. Yes, it was me) and at Shin's. I got to see my Babe to celebrate our first year and first month over a scrummy dinner with his family. Ms. Berry was my saviour with Vanilla Coke and my Christmas presents (comprising of a bright green jacket that I've been eyeing for a while now and three sets of earrings. One of which was chosen by Jon. THANK YOU, JON!) I love you, Ms. Berry.

I wish everything was alright. I wish all was pretty much perfect like today. I came home tipsy from the wine and aperatif and Mum says: "You've been drinking?" My response: "Wine with dinner. I deserved it." Parents shut up after that.

I do need it.

I want to dance this weekend. People if anyone is clubbing, ask me out. I don't want to drink, I just want to dance and get lost in the music.