By The Time You Read This, I Won't Be Going
I made my decision and it's too late to change my mind. I'm not going camping. It's too late to go to the charity shop and tell them that I won't be working because it'll be too late obviously. And even if I was going camping, I should be in bed by now because we leave at half seven in the morning.
Yesterday, I had one of my moody days. And for a few days, I was trying to avoid answering my parents' questions if I wanted to go camping. But now, they don't have to ask me no more. Anyway, my mum called Kay (the person in charge of Girl Guide) about my decision about the camping trip. Thankfully, Kay said if I didn't like the first day of camping, I could go back home.
I don't want to feel pressured to go camping. I don't want to be reluctant and go camping to make everyone happy, if I'm not comfortable... idk.
In other news, I'm going back to work tomorrow; as usual - two hour shift and then go home. It might sound boring but I'm beginning to enjoy staying at home. Of course, I sometimes complain on why I'm not on holiday or going out shopping, but I think staying at home and keeping yourself occupied (excluding watching TV and going on the computer) is better. That's why I'm doing a art portfolio for college.
That's all