Monday, October 11, 2004
Cold
Music: The Dyselxic Porn Star by Morcheeba. How I love Morcheeba
Feeling: Cold
I want to keep studyingfar away from me for the next 4 minutes that I'm writing a second blog in one day. I took one minute to scrol down my msn list, 5 mintues to reply to the B45 forum (Which I have to... grrr... I hate doing things when I'm forced to) and now 4 minutes to blog.
Well let me start off by saying that I'm cold. I can barely feel my feet, but yet my parents insist on keeping the windows open all day. To let in the brisk fall wind and smell I guess. I don't mind the smell of fall and Halloween, but I sure hate that brisk wind when I step on the cold tiles of the washroom in the mornings.
I'm cold because of that or because I'm sitting on my ass and not moving while the beautiful fall weather goes on being beautiful while I'm stuck inside studying. My $20 000 and more degree better be worth it all, after valuble time that I shall never get again as I study and increasing my chance of getting a heart attack as I stress over midterms. As my mom continously reminds me, you don't get your youth back and as Dorian Grey says (Or is it Lord Henry?), there is nothing like youth. (Of course, when my mom says that, she means that I have to get a move on with finding nice Korean boys. She actually asked Wendy if I was meeting any nice Korean guys. Then I decide to freak her out by saying I did meet a Korean guy... that's equally white washed as me, but with worst Korean. Ah the expression.)
Argh, have to finish off chapter that I've been looking at all day. Stupid chapter 3.
Feeling: Cold
I want to keep studyingfar away from me for the next 4 minutes that I'm writing a second blog in one day. I took one minute to scrol down my msn list, 5 mintues to reply to the B45 forum (Which I have to... grrr... I hate doing things when I'm forced to) and now 4 minutes to blog.
Well let me start off by saying that I'm cold. I can barely feel my feet, but yet my parents insist on keeping the windows open all day. To let in the brisk fall wind and smell I guess. I don't mind the smell of fall and Halloween, but I sure hate that brisk wind when I step on the cold tiles of the washroom in the mornings.
I'm cold because of that or because I'm sitting on my ass and not moving while the beautiful fall weather goes on being beautiful while I'm stuck inside studying. My $20 000 and more degree better be worth it all, after valuble time that I shall never get again as I study and increasing my chance of getting a heart attack as I stress over midterms. As my mom continously reminds me, you don't get your youth back and as Dorian Grey says (Or is it Lord Henry?), there is nothing like youth. (Of course, when my mom says that, she means that I have to get a move on with finding nice Korean boys. She actually asked Wendy if I was meeting any nice Korean guys. Then I decide to freak her out by saying I did meet a Korean guy... that's equally white washed as me, but with worst Korean. Ah the expression.)
Argh, have to finish off chapter that I've been looking at all day. Stupid chapter 3.
Comments:
Post a Comment
Home Visions Coupon
