Touch me, I'm sick

I am surprised by myself with the number of online journals i am owning, and the decisions on what to post on which actually.

Yes. Leah.I feel that sometimes i behave exactly like a boy.

Jean begs denim, love will be a life time thing.
Only one person has accesses to most of my journals.
If only all of them are checked everyday. I wonder...

I am also planning to get my tragus pierced again, which on the same day, i'll get an a3 file, which should hold all of my first semester work, and an oversized plastic bag, to fit them and the 3d objects in it, and them, all into a box. Than there's still my room to settle, and the cabinet.

I also need to kill my boredom by getting a job.
Kino/Toysrus/HMV/POPULAR?!
I don't know what else.
No sales, No F&B.
Who would be a perfect company for this? Hmmmm.

Job hunting? Shopping? Piercing? All in a day?

I also need a shoe. A shoe. A shoe. A shoe. Picky Shoe for a pair of picky feet.
I also want to get a jumper/ a short, Denim.
I also want to get a sling bag. Speaking of bags. Let me sort my room first.
I also need a calendar/a phone with organiser, very very very badly.
I need many things.

I feel like vomiting.
What have i done this time?

I guess this is few of my most decent post in forever.(edited with additional text many times)