Hello hello. Another day, another class, another banana. That's how it's been.
It's nice here actually. I've been making loads of new friends who have taken to coming over to our room after classes and chatting till late night. Normally I wouldn't mind, but I start to shut down circa 10pm (I know - I'm an old lady inside) so I start to yawn and my eyes start closing and then they have to retire to their own rooms. I feel horrible and kinda old but, well, I need to sleep. It's the best sleep I've had in nearly a year, what with my past of being a notorious insomniac.
And exams, oh the exams ! Time has flown and it is now my mom's birthday. September has half passed and I am here procrastinating and writing poetry in the margin of my notebook. I have one more paper tomorrow and all I can think of is
the heartache
of loving someone
who doesn't love you back.
The exam stress is making my brains - and hair - fall out of my ears - and head - but then the ache inside just won't go away. I feel it down to my bones and it kind of makes me want to eat everything and not eat anything at the same time. Sitting feels weird and studying feels fine. My mind is blank and full at the same time. Probably of cotton wool and wine notes. Gah.
Whatever. While I study and attempt to cover up the hole in my stomach, I'll fill up the other hole in my stomach with some cake and churros. How is that a pairing ? I have no idea. It just happened. But it was a damn good pairing as demonstrated by my classmates - and myself - having eaten every single bite of leftover cake off the tray, then munching on so many churros that I didn't have enough to serve to the customers. What did my chef say ? Nothing. Because his mouth was also full of churros.
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