in the holes of my sweather
I can’t draw at all but I like to delude myself that I can, and I can’t write at all, but I like to think that i can come up with something whimsical and fancy when I feel like it. Maybe this is me sobering up, that I don’t really have a talent at all. But the feeling of holding onto a real pencil and watching the carbon transfer onto a piece of paper is kinda addicting, so I’m going to continue anyway, who cares if the end result is ugly.
on another note, I am kinda excited for tomorrow, going to the lecture at smu after school. I may end up falling asleep, but it just seems like such a grown up place to be ( when I’m going to be somewhere like that next year what is my brain doing), and well, it’s in the town area, so it’s more classy then where we’re situated!
yeap, this week has been good so far. Let’s hope it continues. But tbh I think it’ll probably be ruined tomorrow when the papers are returned. I studied hard for these few tests, so I’m hoping it’ll be reflected in the marks. But knowing me, it probably won’t be.
oh yes, and the random thought that my brain decided to pop out right when I was about to end off this post: people who have birthdays in the school term are so lucky gdi. Especially those at the start of the year. People tend to put in the effort, and do elaborate antics to make the person feel like the king/queen of the world. Me? a facebook notification would be a pleasant surprise. But then that’s just me feeling sorry for myself.
What am I writing. ugh whatever this blog is 90% incoherent anyway