dreaming about....dancing?

I don't like dancing...I dislike dancing...I HATE dancing...but why the hell do they have to put me for that tambourine dance...its hard to remember the steps, I can barely catch up to the beat and I do NOT like standing right in front of the crowd...after this...no more dancing...nope...none...nothing...no more to do with rhythmic movements...that's it..and that draws the line...

dreaming about...stress???

ok...so going back to school just 2 days after a road accident isn't really the best choice to make...school work was pretty much pouring down like rain...plus all the duties and all...gosh...how can any human possibly deal with all these stuff??...I was like..oh...come on!gimme a break already!...all those work and studies piled up together feels like a giant rock on my back...and I can fall anytime...why didn't that motorcycle kill me anyway...then I won't need to deal with all this...wait...the WORST part is..they had to choose that freaking day to take the class photo...out of so many days...they had to choose the day I came back and when the scratch on my face was damn obvious...