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Thursday, April 2, 2009
Becca is frantic
Two more days.. Then END OF HOMECOMING. And I can throw away this uber thick stack of papers on Homecoming that I keep.. Urgh.
I’ll probably like take a photo of it though and keep in somewhere. ‘Coz, frankly, the file is ridiculously thick for a single event, and I bring it EVERY SINGLE DAY.
And, oh yeah, our bananas are sponsored... 15KGs! This then means that our cost is cut down by like $50! Which means we don’t have to worry too much about profits and stuff... Because if we claim about $150 from school, our profit only has to be $750 (at least), compared to the initial requirement of $1000, which is relatively do-able.
I still have quite a lot of things I’m quite worried about... Like whose gonna help me with logistics tomorrow. And whose gonna come early for homecoming on Saturday, because lots of people wanna come early, and we only have five spots, four, excluding me. And whether we’re gonna be able to sell all our stuff and meet our target. And whether the weather’s gonna be antagonistic. And whether we’ve gotten enough deco for our store, because I doubt it. And whether the other stalls around us will lower the prices so much we’d be dead from competition.
BUT I REALLY DON’T KNOW WHY I CAN’T JUST GO IN FRONT OF THE CLASS AND CONFIRM ALL THESE FRICKING FEARS. Of course, it probably has to do with my ridiculously idiotic self-consciousness and the fact that when I speak in front of the class, less than 10% of the class actually listen to me. And I kinda forget what I wanna get across almost as soon as I step in front of the class.
SO.
ANYWAY.
For anyone whose coming for Homecoming, 402’s selling 1) FLOATS - (to-be-named) 2) BANANA SPLITS (+other fruits, mangoes, strawberries) 3) 7 INCH LEGEND (fruit kebabs dipped in chocolate)
I CANNOT wait for Homecoming day to be over, and get rid of the feeling that I FORGOT to do something and that everyone thinks I’m the most ridiculous Functions Head ever and I deserve to be crucified on a stick.
Agh.
And I have no idea if I have CCA tomorrow. =X
8:53 PM
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Becca is frantic
Two more days.. Then END OF HOMECOMING. And I can throw away this uber thick stack of papers on Homecoming that I keep.. Urgh.
I’ll probably like take a photo of it though and keep in somewhere. ‘Coz, frankly, the file is ridiculously thick for a single event, and I bring it EVERY SINGLE DAY.
And, oh yeah, our bananas are sponsored... 15KGs! This then means that our cost is cut down by like $50! Which means we don’t have to worry too much about profits and stuff... Because if we claim about $150 from school, our profit only has to be $750 (at least), compared to the initial requirement of $1000, which is relatively do-able.
I still have quite a lot of things I’m quite worried about... Like whose gonna help me with logistics tomorrow. And whose gonna come early for homecoming on Saturday, because lots of people wanna come early, and we only have five spots, four, excluding me. And whether we’re gonna be able to sell all our stuff and meet our target. And whether the weather’s gonna be antagonistic. And whether we’ve gotten enough deco for our store, because I doubt it. And whether the other stalls around us will lower the prices so much we’d be dead from competition.
BUT I REALLY DON’T KNOW WHY I CAN’T JUST GO IN FRONT OF THE CLASS AND CONFIRM ALL THESE FRICKING FEARS. Of course, it probably has to do with my ridiculously idiotic self-consciousness and the fact that when I speak in front of the class, less than 10% of the class actually listen to me. And I kinda forget what I wanna get across almost as soon as I step in front of the class.
SO.
ANYWAY.
For anyone whose coming for Homecoming, 402’s selling 1) FLOATS - (to-be-named) 2) BANANA SPLITS (+other fruits, mangoes, strawberries) 3) 7 INCH LEGEND (fruit kebabs dipped in chocolate)
I CANNOT wait for Homecoming day to be over, and get rid of the feeling that I FORGOT to do something and that everyone thinks I’m the most ridiculous Functions Head ever and I deserve to be crucified on a stick.