This is dumb,
dumb dumb. plain dumbass.
moving at this time of the year where assignments have started piling up my desk is a plain stupid idea.
But who could help it if they have to rush home at the end of the year?
who could help it if they were to be given a 30-day notice from the recent landlord?
who could help it if they couldn't find the right apartment in time for exquisite settling?
well, I couldn't.
So, Ive therefore moved, into a huge one-bedroom apartment.
Still in the Financial District, but a further walk to school.
There's nothing much to do now aside from cleaning up the new place.
My internet connection will be re-connected on the 25th.
(This is a stolen wireless connection, by the way; someone's not putting password in their wireless!)
We're blessed in a way.
One thing leads to another.
Packing can be horrifying; you are prone to misplacing your precious stuffs.
There were just TOO much junk. I said JUNK cos it's just too much to be elaborated.
I almost lost my student ID, but alas, I think i've lost my favorite softshell.
DAMMIT. I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME I WORE IT.
Man, it is so depressing. I can't flashed my mind back to where I left it/store it.
If I were to have packed it together with the other jackets, I would've find it hours ago.
ARGH. It's just too sad to think about it right now. I need a replacement for it, but I doubt I could get a perfect little outwear like it. I might as well believe this is a curse of moving.
THE CURSE OF MOVING IS MOVING INTO MY LIFE.
Anyhow,
The midterms are here!
Joyful celebration towards fatality.
sshh, don't jinx it.
Ya know it's funny, all my classes except for bastardo graphiqua dezain historia ain't giving any test.
BUT, WHY WHY WHY it has to be graphic design history?
AND WHY WHY WHY it has to an essay?
Why not an MCQ?
Why not a TRUE/FALSE?
Beat it, Kilgore, this is an art school mind you.
UNLESS IT'S ENGLISH, THERE'S NEVER AN ESSAY IN OUR DICTIONARY!
Jesus.
School's cool, but in there, everyone's facing a competition against everyone.
