Saturday, July 2
shit it's 530 already, and i still haven't done anything since the math paper yesterday. why's it so hard to get back into the swing of things? wait. what swing? heh. i've done everything else that can wait - hunted high and low for a first draft crafted over math formulae [still unfound, but i guess i don't need it], ate more than i should confess, read two magazines, made a pot of tea and burned a cd.
and i can't even call anyone out to mug :( not even my sister :( who is very motivating although damaging with regards to my self esteem :( because everyone is celebrating the end of their papers :( and for some inexplicable reason,
i just don't feel like studying. hell, i never do, do i? bloody headache :( if i whine to my mum, she'll say it's cos i've been doing nothing but bumming around reading and chatting online. which is quite true.
staring at my uniform hanging on the wardrobe handle, i realise afresh that it doesn't match the colour scheme of my room at all! not that i'm that fond of green - that's just the colour i got stuck with because she wanted blue. but at least my uniform used to match! now it's so out-of-place i'm almost tempted to hang it
inside the wardrobe for a change. which is highly impractical but less painful to my aesthetic side. speaking of which, i suspect my mother likes brown and dirty green. the pencil case and bag she bought me match. :( the pencil case is nice and furry and matches my uniform, and the bag is useful [pretty bags tend to fall apart, or maybe i whack them around too much] but i feel i'm losing my pretty-coloured side. :( oh well, at least my eyore phone pouch is a pretty blue! =D even if it doesn't match my uniform.
all right, bimbotic side has been purged from me temporarily.
did you know ally is a very good poet? she's so much better than me i believe i am going to stop writing. ally, you should've joined cap, not me! you idiot, you refused to be convinced earlier in the year. well i don't care whether or not you're convinced now, just stop denying you're better than me or i'll box your ears and stomp off in a huff. hahahhaa.
reading 'the hell with love'. one does not need to be heartbroken to read that. and i don't need to be heartbroken to say,
the hell with love.
it must've been love.
5:31 pm
xoxo
