Smiiile and Maybe Tomorrow You'll See the Sun Come Shining Through For Youuu...

Hello.

I've been too busy lapping up the social butterfly lifestyle and enjoying myself to blog lately. Or maybe I've just been too lazy.

I am ashamed to admit that I am a tincy wincy itty bitty bit excited about uni starting up again in a month. I miss the routine and the learning. And using highlighters and pulling the lever thingy on my lever arch folders. Of course I'll retract this statement once the onslaught of assessments and endless nights of sleep deprivation begin. But for now, I am determined to focus on my studies and perform well this semester. HAH, that's so ridiculous.

Albeit being unemployed, I've found that this break has given me a lot of time to think. I've realised that I am a very selfish little girl who doesn't deserve the awesome awesome awesome (3 times to emphasise awesomeness by the way) friends I have. I've also realised that some things don't turn out how I want them to, no matter how hard I try or how many tears I shed. So as Nat King Cole once told me, "Smile, what's the use of crying?" Actually, I find that it can be sort of therapeutic to weep, Nat. So there. And it also helps when the wind blows dirt into my eyes. Yeah, that happens to me all the time. I swear my eyelashes are faulty or something; they do nothing, man.

Last night I dreamt that my eyesight had deteriorated significantly. Rather than being upset about having to rely on glasses to see for the rest of my life, I was happy that I'd get to decorate my face with cool frames. Goodness, I'm superficial even when I'm unconscious.

On an equally superficial note, I've decided to do something psycho drastic to my hair. Apparently that's the thing to do. So now I just have to decide. Orange or green crew cut?


I experiment with my hair regularly.