Okay. Someone just tried to go inside our dorm room a while ago. He was forcefully opening the door with his keys. I could hear the frustration as won’t open the lock and door wouldn’t budge. I thought it was just my roommate so I didn’t mind. Turns out, he got the wrong room. He’s supposed to be going into room 46 and ours was 36. Hahaha. Weird. It’s so early in the morning and that guy was already out of his head. I can still picture his face when I opened the door and told him that he’s in the wrong room. Crazy. :))
- Me (Brainside 1): Is this how you really want to spend your time? Wasting away in you room, reading, surfing the net, watching movies. An overall bum?
- Me (Brainside 2): Hey, it's my sembreak. Stop it.
- Me (Brainside 1): I know that, but don't you want to do something a little more productive? Spend time with your friends?
- Me (Brainside 2): Wow. Yeah, because I am really a social butterfly like that. My high school friends don't even talk to me, anymore.
- Me (Brainside 1): Don't you think that's your fault? Why they slowly drift away from you?
- Me (Brainside 2): I guess so. But they just couldn't understand that I don't have enough time to go home. I've been spending almost the whole semester in my dorm.
- Me (Brainside 1): You're just making excuses. I know so.
- Me (Brainside 2): Maybe. What the fuck is wrong with you? Why bring this up?
- Me (Brainside 1): Because I think you're sad and more alone than usual.
- Me (Brainside 2): Really? I feel fine, though.
- Me (Brainside 1): Come on, you cannot fool me. I am you, remember?
- Me (Brainside 2): ...
- Me (Brainside 1): Just admit it.
- Me (Brainside 2): If I admit it, would that change anything? Would it make me feel better?
- Me (Brainside 1): ...
- Me (Brainside 2): ...
- Me (Brainside 1): I'm hungry. I want to eat. *goes to check the fridge*
- Me (Brainside 2): Yeah. Me, too.
- Me: Well, I guess I know why I'm weird.
Book geek dilemma #14: Being afraid of death not because you will cease to exist but because you haven’t finished reading all the books in your to-read pile.
I am fascinated with the strange looks I get from my friends whenever I finally find the book that I’m looking for in a bookstore. It’s like they are seeing a deranged and crazed person and as if they want to deny even knowing me. They just can’t believe how much happiness and satisfaction a single book can give me.
I hate suspension of classes.
On contrary to the desires of most students, I really don’t like it when classes are cancelled due to bad weather or whatever else. I know that it seems a bit insesitive for those who commute, I get that. But this is not about the consequences of going to school in such increment weather. This post is all about what I think is the consequence of missing a day’s worth of class.
Yes, it’s nice to take a break but then after that, everything just piles up. The quizzes are doubled, make-up classes are held, the lectures are rushed, the deadlines for reports are moved and the whole schedule is affected. I may be weird but I just find it more difficult to adjust with these changes. To me, it seems that the workload increases when classes are suspended. Plus, I feel like my efforts in studying and preparing for the following day are put to waste. Call me geeky or whatever, but I really prefer going to school as planned.
Damn, I hope there are classes tomorrow.
Just a tiny bit of Doctor Who contemplation.
Re-watching the finale of the 4th season of Doctor Who, Journey’s End, and I sort off got creeped out. The prophecy of Dalek Caan says that the Doctor’s most faithful companion will die. Now, I know that this companion was supposed to be Donna Noble but looking back, I think the prophecy was real somehow.
You might be wondering what the hell I’m talking about, that maybe I’ve gone bonkers. But see, three years later, Elisabeth Sladen aka Sarah Jane Smith—one of the Doctor’s faithful companion—died of cancer. Well yes, I know that it couldn’t have been connected and that it was just a TV show but you’ve got to admit, it’s somehow weird. Maybe it’s just a very strange coincidence or maybe I’m just thinking about it way too much or maybe I’m crazy. But damn, Doctor Who sure is ruining my life. It’s getting so deep inside my head! Gaaaaah. But what can I do? It’s just so fucking good to let go.