I don’t send nudes. My name is Mei Mei. And I don’t date girls.
That has become my official introduction now.
My real life friends think I’m insane.
Wow. I reblogged his selfie last night. You would’ve had to scroll down 50+ posts to find that. Dedication, man.
But yes, that’s Minhyuk. It’s my honor to be considered his friend.
I won’t have any competitions next year if I die from my finals. Finals. Ew. I get so bitchy during competition week. But I also cry a lot during that week; last year, I called my mother and told her I wanted to go home. So glad I’m deleting before then.
Ah, you don’t want to meet me. I’m even more of a loser in real life. My room is filled with books, albums, and food. I don’t do anything but listen to the Harry Potter soundtrack. I don’t like the lights on. Well, let me clarify, I only like natural light; thank the Lord I have two large windows in my room. I actually sing all the time. I’ll sing to you as long as you want dorky versions of songs because that’s all I can do. Did you know that I can make fries? My own damn fries.
Thank you. I’m assuming that you’re Tussi, so night, Tussi. Well, it’s day for you now, but my head hurts so much. My week will be good until I get my rejection letter from Stanford. I’m so anxious right now. I think I might cry.
I’ve been awake for the past seventeen hours. It’s freezing outside, and I just got home. It’s ten right now. I’m going to study for two hours. Sleep for four. Then study for another three before I go to school.
Unless I can find someone to blogsit for me, I’m going to run my queue for the next six days. Most of my friends have finals, so the latter is more probable at the moment. I’ll check my messages every night. Thank you for understanding.