The table's been set. The syllables' been complete. And it's time.

Well, it's the trials, obviously. And it's one week after smarting from the judges descision that mena t we still lost to Seafield in choir compeditions. Ah, frusturating. But not now, i've got the cursed trials. And it starts with BM paper 1. Damnit. But, wish me luck though. For the next 30 days. Without a girlfriend, without some decent conversations, without at least somedecent sleep, sacrificing my everything. But, what can i do? I'm already Form 5, to say the least.