DEAR PINGS

Dear pings,

You've just stepped into that taxi. You were late going down of course, and made the taxi man wait. I could tell he looked annoyed when he saw me tramping ahead, lugging your luggage. Me in my droopy shorts and huge t-shirt. And then he caught sight of you. And all was forgiven. Maybe it's the uniform. Maybe it was seeing the way you filled it up, with all the curves in the right places. Maybe it's was just the sight of a beautiful girl.

No. I'm NOT homosexual.

Ok. So I'll see you again on Tuesday, that's barely two nights away. But I miss you already. I didn't realize how accustomed I've become to having you just round the corner. Hammering on your door in the morning when we've overslept. Coming back to see you lounging in the living room watching Sex and The City. Listening to your stewardess stories. Telling you about my pathetic life. Sharing and not sharing obsessive eating habits.

I walked you down, and I wanted to tell you so many things. Like, "hey, you look gorgeous", "wow, we've come so far", "keep your nose clean"... and gems like that. But all I managed was, "Erh, have a good flight", a weirdish hug... and then off you went. Not much of a friend, unfortunately.

You don't read my blog, but I just wanted to say, in no particular order:

1. you look amazingly beautiful
2. i'm so incredibly proud of you
3. i'm going to miss you

yurh. that's all. back to "work" for me.

love
eh

MINI BREAK

I'm back. From this you can tell two things:

1. My exams are coming (again!)
2. I should be studying (but am not)

I don't do it on purpose you know. It's not like the red-light = stop, green-light = go, thing. It's almost as if exam season triggers this blogging craving in me, that itches and itches and drives me completely insane, until I satisfy my fetish by posting. So here I am. Blogging.

Oh. I feel a need to say hi to all the people on my page. Hi! *waves*. Nice to know that I'm being read, although I know it's incredibly annoying reading a blog that works on an academic exam schedule, and contains zero useful information. I mean, I run around peeking at other people's blogs alot, and alot of them have good stuff. Food reviews, political satire, awesome photographs. And then this instills a sense of incredible shame in me, for about two minutes, and then I get distracted by something else.

Among other things, i have the attention span of a peanut.

Also, a sieve has better memory than I do.

Ok. This is actually a mini-break. My mini-breaks are like blowfishes. They expand in space and time and suddenly, whoah, it's tomorrow. Knowing this, the best thing to do would be to Not Take A Mini Break, work through it, and then take a Major Break later on in the day. But no. I like being rebellious. It feels as if I'm thwarting the system, but in reality, I'm only thwarting myself, which is satisfying, because at least I get to thwart Something, but really comes around and chomps me in the behind at the end of the day/year/life.

i feel like eating grapes. i think i have some in the fridge. mm.

MATH AND RASHES

I am allergic to math. I've probably alluded to this little nugget of priceless information before in previous posts, but I bring it up again. Today, during class, our new professor unleashed a flood of mathematics upon us, and my ear promptly swelled up to the size of a mid-sized watermelon. My friend kindly pointed out to me that my ear, "is red and large and very ugly." And she started giggling most immaturely when I told her about the math - rashes connection. Tis not a funny affliction. I fail to see the humour, I was too busy scratching.

So the test went ok. And by ok I mean that I don't think I failed. Which really considering how retarded I feel most of the time around my genius and unnaturally hardworking colleagues, Not Failing is really quite an acceptable goal for myself.

Mmm.

Now if I can only convince the administrative people, that the difference between a C and a B+ is merely a matter of Perception. And once you try and look at it from an alternative perspective (e.g. I could have gottten an F), suddenly it doesn't look so bleak anymore.