Stop being bad

Lit. Is. Boring.

Sad as I am to say so. But you agree, don't you, Shana?

Yes, yes of course she does. Except of course I'm not letting her use my laptop.

SIGH! Even PS is more interesting. Not to mention my PS lecturer is nicer to look at.

Yes, yes Shana agrees to that too.

SIGH. Maybe I should call Mom and get her to pick me up at 5pm. But that would be bad, to skip half of lecture.

Yes, yes and Shana says it would be bad. To leave her all alone that is.

Shana has a good question. Why are all the lecturers Indian? Opinions, anyone?

Here's my blog post for Saturday:




I'm going crazy over the EU1101E readings for this week. And I like the way Shana put it.

“I swear it's more tangled up than my brother's hair!”

Unfortunately, this time Shana's not exaggerating.

BREAK. I refuse to read any more of it. What with the weirdo book for Lit, and a thicker than usual stack for PS, and the usual slog for JS, I'll be tearing my hair out of my head soon.
I need to put down some points here to remind myself. I just need to put it down somewhere, to type it out, to see it, to read it again.

1) It is not that important, right now.
2) He is clearly not interested in me.
3) I don't want to be interested in him any more.
4) We've gone separate ways.

Like all the others, I'm certain I'll not see him again. Not in church, not in school. Period.

Right. So I just have to forget everything now. Somehow I find myself longing for a “country road” that I can walk down, just to go somewhere without really going anywhere; just to go back to the past, without really going back.

Country road, ashita wa itsumo no boku sa, kaeritai, kaerenai, sayonara. Country road.

Someone recently told me that perhaps I am ready for a relationship. I couldn't disagree more. It just doesn't seem possible. Maybe I'm too used to my dreams not coming true. That now I can't picture anyone to be in that situation with.

Really, from a most disinterested and objective point of view, I can't. It's just too weird. Thank God it's not happening. I would be freaking out. Hahaha.

I couldn't tell her that though, she's such a nice person. But it is freaky, completely out of this world.
I am afraid, yes I admit so. Afraid that my dreams will come true. I don't really know why. But just as an example of how weird my dreams can be,

1) I dreamt I married Finnish boy! Seriously. Wedding dress, flowers, church, guests, cake, EVERYTHING. Totally freaky right?
2) I dreamt a tall, dark, and older stranger swept me away into another dimension, another world, where we were pursued by agents from this world. And I learnt to use the bow and arrow. EVEN more weird.
3) And and, I just dreamt last night, that I was being forced into a whalebone corset for a miai with other weird officer I had never met before! SCARY!
4) The start of all these weird dreams was when I was in Sec 1, and dreamt that my first crush told me he liked me. >.>

Haish. Why DO I have such strange dreams? Though it must be admitted that even at this point, I wouldn't really mind Number 1. And though realistically speaking it's not possible, and definitely not pleasant, I think Number 2 would be really romantic. But Number 3 really was more of a nightmare last night.

Oh yes. And of course, there was the one I'll never forget:

5) I dreamt dinosaurs were cloned, and all and there was this incident.... yada yada, and I wrote it all out for a creative writing competition in Primary 3, and actually won.

Hahahha. I'll so never forget this one. Ahh. Maybe dreams aren't so bad after all, as long as they don't come true. Maybe this applies to my doctor dream as well.

K I'll stop being bad and focus on lecture now.

Stop being bad, Stop being bad.