Logic. She lacks it, you've got it.

Hey self,


When the world tries to put you down? You know, mock you endlessly, blame you for things that aren't even your own fault, make assumptions about you (the thing about ASSUME is that it makes an ASS out of U and ME), and the whole nine yards?


You put on the biggest smile you can and trot out that fucking door and show the world who's the boss.

Hold on to your secrets tonight. You're better than that, stronger than that, and wiser than that.

Procrastinating now!

THREE WEEKS UNTIL I AM OFFICIALLY DONE WITH MY DEGREE.

I am currently loving the fact I've transformed my living room into my new bedroom. My room is not a nice place to sleep in at the moment. It is an organised mess that I can sleep in. Heck, I can still stack things on the bed and still have the space to sleep.

Uh, in case you haven't noticed, my bed is a super-single bed and I'm not exactly cute-sized.
I know my father insists that I am a midget, but NO. Have you seen me in real-life?

But seriously, I just can't sleep there. My couch is a far comfortable spot to sleep on.

My dining table is now my new workstation.

I probably am annoying the shit out of my family for making this place mine, but it's only for a few days.


I sleep at god-forsaken hours and wake up with a persisting headache and backache, so much so my friends are cracking bed-breaking jokes with me. Dirty minds.

My dad keeps me company while I do my work downstairs but he's constantly telling me to sleep. I'm half-tempted to tell him that I will sleep when I die, but I risk earning a slap from him.

My mother supplies me copious amounts of coffee or Neslo. She completely understands my need of a caffeine fix. Or two. Or ten. Or 82928877156340.

My best friends have been nothing short of awesome. They share the tears, laughter and smiles. Oh, and music too.

Why am I still doing this?


It's because I LOVE IT.


Currently listening to:
Think of Me - The Phantom of the Opera soundtrack.

I've been listening to this on repeat and it struck me so hard that it made me cry so much yesterday. I fell in love when I was arguing about The Phantom of the Opera with a boy who was a year older than me. It still makes me smile when I think of our 'creative discussion', how amused and frustrated we were with each other.

7 years and still hurts like a brick.