Monday sucks.
There were about seventeen different things I wanted to write about today, but I believe it boils down to just one resolution:
I’ve never cursed a holiday so much before.
Guh, migraine.
I love paradoxes.
“Everywhere and nowhere”. I absolutely love this phrase. I think it pretty much describes me in a nutshell.
Everywhere and nowhere.
Just bad luck.
I have a tendency to sit at the back of the class. I don’t know why, but I just do. The problem is, I actually, y’know, listen to the lecture, and unlike the people who usually sit at the back, they make a ton of noise. I’ve doubly made a conscious effort to sit a few rows down, but I just can’t. It’s in my blood to sit at the back.
In Psychology, I always seem to have the misfortune to sit in front of three girls who enjoy talking. It’s a curse. Wherever I sit, they’re RIGHT BEHIND ME. They just won’t shut up! They leave right in the middle of the lecture, making a ton of noise in the process, and I’m like ‘If you want to talk and leave in the middle of the fucking class, don’t come at all!’
All three girls failed their first midterm. Typically.
Today was our second midterm. The first one I had the misfortune (again) to sit next to one of the girls. She talked throughout the midterm, and for me, a single cough during an exam can make me go crazy. So this time, I told myself to sit in the middle of the class. They always sit at the back, so I thought this time I wouldn’t get disturbed by them.
Happily I moved along the row, when I saw right behind me, one of the trio. I was like WHAT THE GODDAMN FUCK IS SHE DOING HERE?! and I scooted to the other end of the row. I thought I dodged a bullet.
Aaaaand another happy trio plopped down behind me. Yakyakyak. Sigh.
And there was this guy who wouldn’t stop coughing. Every time he coughs, it’s like a tremor in the classroom.
Grawfgh.
Oh America.
All I wanted was a Nissan March. Just that car. Only that car. It’s cheap, it’s small, it fits occasional guests. It’s cute, it’s pretty, it’s stylish.
But you don’t have it. There are bigass sedans, monster trucks, monster vans, but no pretty little cars.
The Volkswagen Beetle and Mini Cooper prices are insane (not like I know much about car pricing anyway, but I’m certain the Nissan would cost much lower than that.)
I want a pretty little car!
CAPSLOCK!RAGE
*breathes*
ENGLISH IS MY NATIVE LANGUAGE. NOT CHINESE, NOT JAPANESE, NOT SWAHILI. MY ACCENT IS DIFFERENT BUT I SPEAK ENGLISH ALL THE TIME. FOR THE LAST TIME, ASIA =/= NO UNDERSTAND ENGLISH!
AND I SPELL ‘STALIN’ CORRECTLY, SO STFU.
This trip to New York is going from bad to worse.
I’m spending money that I don’t have.
I feel completely and utterly disenchanted.
