Music: Breathe - Michelle Branch
He was exactly the way I expected him to be. He was exactly what I thought he was. He is everything I hate and against. He fits so perfectly into my stereotype.
Yet there's something so alluring about him. Something that makes me refuse from turning my glance away. Out of the corner of my eye, I can't help but wonder if he is at all what I perceive him to be or is there something better underneath all that charm?
Algebra is breathing down my neck. And it's due tomorrow!
Must.not.give.up.
Speech was a handful. We got dumped with tons of assignments. Some were due next week and the rest within the weeks to come. I'm already pulling my brain apart, trying to figure out what to say. After that, I'll require some magic potion or a drug strong enough for me summon my courage all over again and present it to an audience. This class is tough tough tough. But I know in the long run, I'll benefit a lot from it.
I have an 8am class tomorrow. What joy it is to wake up at the crack of dawn and breathe in the morning fumes of city air. If you couldn't sense the heavy sarcasm in that last sentence, you should probably shoot your kindergarten teacher. And then shoot yourself.
No, I am not usually filled with so much violence.
I'm trying my luck with online shopping. And not just some local-through-a-blog kind of shopping. But it's an international store which sells kickass t-shirts. I'm so in love with their graphic tees, for real. So in love that I'm willing to pay in US dollars. Some say it's insanity, I say it's love.
Now it's back to algebra for me.
