Friday, May 13
it has not been a good week, and today was the perfect day to round up the whole stupid week.
math test was *swearing censored* bad. no further comments needed.
cap briefing was not good.
1. i felt very out of place. everyone had their own special buddy and i was a l o n e
2. someone asked if i was chinese
3. a girl i know tried to make a joke out of me looking like the maid who took care of her when she was young. it's not her fault, but after the 4578753349th time, it gets tiring
4. someone else insisted i'm from rgs and refused to believe my polka-dotted-163-years heritage
5. humance people are elitist and tend to look down their noses at you if you're merely from arts
6. the aforementioned people tend to be bitchy too
i don't know why i even bothered signing up for it. so this is why mari decided not to join elddfs. humance dominated. read through the poems in my portfolio again last night because i forgot what i wrote previously.*shudders* omg what if they make me take out my portfolio during the seminar? i will just
die. honestly. of embarrassment. shit it.
hist paper. lit paper. hist test on economics. how vague. no idea what that means. pw.
this is the song that's in my head right now:
strange and beautifuli've been watching your world from afari've been trying to be where you areand i've been secretly falling aparti'll seeto me, you're strange and you're beautifulyou'd be so perfect with me but you just can't seeyou turn every head but you don't see mei'll put a spell on youyou'll fall asleep and i'll put a spell on youand when i wake youi'll be the first thing you seeand you'll realise that you love mesometimes the last thing you want comes in firstsometimes the first thing you want never comesand i know, the waiting is all you can dosometimesi'll put a spell on youyou'll fall asleep i'll put a spell on youand when i wake youi'll be the first thing you seeand you'll realise you love mejust like those fairytales where she goes under a spell and she falls in love with the first man she sees...
weavers of fairytales are liars.
it must've been love.
8:05 pm
xoxo
