At this moment, most people have already drifted off to LaLaLand- even a bomb couldn't wake them up. One might be dreaming of the nicest things you'd want to wipe away that unbearable silly grin on his face upon seeing it.
And here I am. Fighting the urge of dozing off. Trying hard to stay awake for a test that I will take hours later. Blogging.
What the.
School started weeks ago, and I have just realized that miraculously, there was nothing left for me to complain about. Nothing has changed after all, I'm still taking subjects that can mentally cripple you in one lecture. I'm on the verge of throwing my hands up in defeat, but what's new, I feel that every semester. Then shifting comes to mind and eventually I'd have to cross it out since I'm in third year already. Plus my grades aren't something people can hoot about.
What the hell am I doing? I should be studying.