I didn’t get to finish the Methods paper I had to do this morning. In fact, I have barely just begun. *Siiiiiigh…* After giving me irreparable heartaches from the almost eternal (though thank God it was not) company hunt, Methods has finally caught up with me (in a very depressing and suicide-leading way). Oh well.
This is going to be a long, long night. I seriously doubt, though, that I would be the only one missing the bed tonight. I mean, I am not the only one taking the God-forsaken subject. Hmmm… I wonder who gets the biggest eye bags tomorrow…
Haha… Short entry. Crap.
I remember this kind of weather almost a year ago. I was sitting on my bed and I was looking out the window of the room I chose for myself. I then wrote things of romance and fantasies: things I rarely allow myself to ponder. Oh, how things cruelly change.
Now, I am in the room my parents chose for me, sitting in front of a desk, Sylvia (the laptop), and windows—a wicked parody to last year’s events. However, I have no time to think of romance, dreams and fantasies—I do not even have the time to write this entry, and yet I have allowed myself the luxury to spare my mind from complete insanity. Instead of looking out a window wherein I could smell the freshness of the morning rain, let my eyes feed on the beauty the morning rain shrouds the surroundings with, and provide my heart with a solitude whose beauty can be matched only by Aphrodite’s, I am facing the windows whose vindictive opaque translucence locks me in this room I so despise (though not as much as I used to), telling me to finish the job I came here to do.
Hahaay… Life… What I would do just to graduate with honors…
P.S. To whoever reads this: DO NOT BE FOOLED! I am only doing my Methods paper, but I am so effing bored and uninspired, I just had to write something else.