So here I am, sitting before my laptop, trying in vain to take in the contents of the stack of histology notes before me. Well it's not like I'm studying because there's this test coming up tomorrow, but more like because it's for the sake of myself (tsundere reaction ftw!).
These few recent days have been pretty bad for me, I must say. Our hostel commandant, a total bitch, decided to change every single window in the hostel. And she didn't even have to common sense to have had them changed over summer. Brainless bitch... is brainless.
That's the least of my worries though. Somehow, I strained the muscles in my waist. Which means excruciating pain when I try to bend it. Total torture. Not to mention, I sleep on the top bunk of a double decker bed. Which makes matters worse. Obviously. Climbing up is a problem within itself, but so is climbing down!
Due to the above stated reason, I decided to not attend Russian class (which I thought would definitely be A-OK because I rarely, if not never skipped class) and stay home to rest my ripped waist. Turned out that my teacher wasn't pleased, for she thought I was taking advantage of her kindness, and I'm in for a serious berating on Saturday.
Furthermore, I accidentally scorched my lip with a pincer drenched with sizzling oil. Now I have a patch of blackened skin on my lower lip. And it hurts. Really badly. Also, it looks terribly out of place. Horrible.
And due to THAT, I got in a row with a friend of mine. Well of course I wouldn't elaborate much on the details, but that's that.
My remedy though, to cure even the worst of days, is this awesome song.
Monday, 30 November 2009
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
Random Thoughts, I Suppose?
So, I decided to take a break from writing (well that's not exactly true, it's the case of slacking off and Melty Blood-ing or Facebook-ing every possible moment I get)
Putting that aside, I stated a few months ago that this place was going to the place I dump random figments of my mind, and wow, have I been through a lot of shizzle in these past few weeks.
Well anyways, this friend of mine celebrated his birthday last night, at 12am. His roommates panned together and decided to trick him into believing there wasn't going to be CAKE for his birthday celebration, which produced pretty epic lulz. I never knew having no cake for a birthday celebration would be so disappointing. More like, I wouldn't know, having passed so many birthdays without nothing as much as a drop of wax to commemorate them. (Presents, however are still obligatory under such circumstances, I insist!)
As I lay lazily on the top bunk watching him receive congratulatory wishes and stuff, I have to admit, I actually felt a spike of loneliness. Random thoughts crossed my mind, like Ahh, wouldn't it be good if I had a celebration like this too; Wouldn't it be good if people actually started remembering my birthday for real, instead of relying on tools such as Facebook; Wouldn't it be good if I could actually celebrate a real birthday surrounded by friends... Yeah, totally random thoughts as such. By the way, the farce I had for this year couldn't be considered a celebration. Totally.
To be honest, the only thing that made me really happy this birthday was a present from a friend of mine. I DO, however, appreciate the presents from my mum and dad and other friends, but I promise, this is really special.
I heard pictures speak a thousand words, so, well, let me hunt for one in my computer...
So, really, I mean, it was, as you can see, a handmade little booklet, inside depicting random moments of our lives since we met each other. Now, how would anything, ANYTHING, be better than for you to know that someone actually cares and treasures your very existence in her life?
As I look back at what I typed, my admiration for my ability to totally derail topics growed by another notch.
This, however, is not a shoutout to all people to read this saying "HAY GUYZ I'M FEELING REALLY BAD FOR MYSELF BECAUSE NO ONE CELEBRATES MY BIRTHDAY." It's more like, something is REALLY wrong, when you receive more Happy Birthday wishes on a forum you moderate, rather than you receive on Facebook (which doesn't really count, by the way) or on your mobile, or in real life.
I do not ask for a lavish birthday celebration. Neither do I ask for expensive unaffordable presents. What I seek, is a heartfelt wish from those I hold dear to me.
Either that, or in a rougher tone, if I take the damn effort to remember yours, I would expect the same of you to goddamn remember mine.
Peace.
Putting that aside, I stated a few months ago that this place was going to the place I dump random figments of my mind, and wow, have I been through a lot of shizzle in these past few weeks.
Well anyways, this friend of mine celebrated his birthday last night, at 12am. His roommates panned together and decided to trick him into believing there wasn't going to be CAKE for his birthday celebration, which produced pretty epic lulz. I never knew having no cake for a birthday celebration would be so disappointing. More like, I wouldn't know, having passed so many birthdays without nothing as much as a drop of wax to commemorate them. (Presents, however are still obligatory under such circumstances, I insist!)
As I lay lazily on the top bunk watching him receive congratulatory wishes and stuff, I have to admit, I actually felt a spike of loneliness. Random thoughts crossed my mind, like Ahh, wouldn't it be good if I had a celebration like this too; Wouldn't it be good if people actually started remembering my birthday for real, instead of relying on tools such as Facebook; Wouldn't it be good if I could actually celebrate a real birthday surrounded by friends... Yeah, totally random thoughts as such. By the way, the farce I had for this year couldn't be considered a celebration. Totally.
To be honest, the only thing that made me really happy this birthday was a present from a friend of mine. I DO, however, appreciate the presents from my mum and dad and other friends, but I promise, this is really special.
I heard pictures speak a thousand words, so, well, let me hunt for one in my computer...
So, really, I mean, it was, as you can see, a handmade little booklet, inside depicting random moments of our lives since we met each other. Now, how would anything, ANYTHING, be better than for you to know that someone actually cares and treasures your very existence in her life?
As I look back at what I typed, my admiration for my ability to totally derail topics growed by another notch.
This, however, is not a shoutout to all people to read this saying "HAY GUYZ I'M FEELING REALLY BAD FOR MYSELF BECAUSE NO ONE CELEBRATES MY BIRTHDAY." It's more like, something is REALLY wrong, when you receive more Happy Birthday wishes on a forum you moderate, rather than you receive on Facebook (which doesn't really count, by the way) or on your mobile, or in real life.
I do not ask for a lavish birthday celebration. Neither do I ask for expensive unaffordable presents. What I seek, is a heartfelt wish from those I hold dear to me.
Either that, or in a rougher tone, if I take the damn effort to remember yours, I would expect the same of you to goddamn remember mine.
Peace.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)