I am Sof.

It’s been long since I’ve written something I really feel like writing. The weather is so nice now, I can just spend my whole day gazing outside without thinking about what I need to think about. It’s so beautiful that it’s blank.

In the same way, I have not done much school work lately - not that I had actually been doing work before, but I’ve just been more lazy and all. I think I failed my calculus ten percent summative, but I really don’t care about it - to the point I didn’t even bother to get my mark and the test paper to see what I did wrong. I also broke my record of not practising piano for 4 (or 5..? can’t remember) consecutive days - with the handy access to a piano. Note to self: do not ever do that ever again. It feels like my hands are turning into rocks, wrists are turning into steel sticks, fingers are as unstable as a tripod without a leg. I wanna start taking lessons again, as soon as I get my Rach II and Bach all settled.

We found a new apartment around the DVP&Eglinton area, moving in on July the first. I’m really looking forward to it because it’s on the 25th floor, and I can see both downtown and the lake. I’m sure the sunset will be electrifyingly beautiful. As of summer, I’m not really sure what I want to do - beacuse I have too many things I want to do. But at least with the moving and all, it’ll be a fresh start.

Formal is tomorrow. Doing my hair in the morning + 2 spares in the afternoon = I’m not going to school. Afterwards we’ll go sleep over at Steph’s and will watch the O.G. (the 6th time for me), it should be fun. Then on Friday, I will finally get my TCard. I can’t wait to see everybody dressed up gorgeously. One thing I’m really devastated, though, is the fact that they didn’t put my friends in the same table with me. I thought at least they could read the things written on the paper we handed in. We’ll see what we can do tomorrow.

Mom just called and that reminded me of phones. I HATE PHONE CALLS. Calling people, getting called, all the same. It must be something I was born with - I get really irritated and frustrated when I get called, doesn’t matter it’s my parents of strangers. Sometimes it gets out of control - I must have tele(phone-)phobia or something. Another thing I don’t get is, when some random salesrep calls for a insurance service or whatever and I pick up the phone and say “Hello?”, they’ll say:”Hi. Could I speak to your parents please?” or “Is there any adults I can speak to?”. How do they know I’m not an adult? Sigh, I admit my voice does sound like a 12-year-old sometimes.

Alright. Tomorrow is the day.(and it’ll be 26 degrees and sunny too; how perfect for picture taking)