I am intensely missing my long hair. I used to be able to tie it up... or bun it and wake up to the smell of my shampoo (that is IF i remember to shampoo la, HAHA).
By the way bil, this is all your fault, for making me remember about my very own "hair tragedy" not too long ago. Haha. It took years for me to grow that length and only one hour to chop it all off (the hairdresser didn't understand English, you see... it shouldn't have taken so long) impulsively, because I was trying to go ala Britney Spears... and wanted to shock the world. Meh. The world wasn't shocked, but I was.
I am missing Yanni badly too. I wish she can come and tutor me History. Maybe she can tell me stories about the Cold War (: Girl, i haven't seen you in a thousand decades and we must meet up soon. I really want to see your dorm and you have alot that you need to update me on!
Anyways, at the moment I have a real love tragedy to tend to and decipher; Othello. Need to prepare for my next paper... On thursday. It's weird but anticipating a paper excites me. I like the rush I get when i flip the pages and scan through the questions, taking my pick. It's like;
"Ladidaaa... should i do this one? Oh i dunno what it's asking for, shucks, the question looked so nice... Next!"
And then i usually get sleepy after picking out those questions I'd like to do (we get to choose 3 out of 6 essay questions). It's the writing out my answers part that I hate because it tires me so. I'd have lost all steam and stamina by the time i hold a pen in hand.
Actually, i think i'll nap awhile first. Hehe. History killed me anyway. It gets so stressful when everybody around me asked for extra paper... made me feel like jumping up and saying "ENOUGH ALREADY, COME GET ALL THE EXTRA PAPER YOU NEED FROM ME!!!"
I had 6 pieces. And was left with TWO extra sheets after answering 4 fecking essays. One i drew on, the other I handed in, blank, with the rest of my scripts to give the impression of volume. Brava.
Sleeptime. ZzZzZzzZzZ
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