back from econs. well, i didnt finish half the paper. so, guess whatever's coming my way's expected.
last paper on thurs. cheers & hoorays, party & icecream.
been having a flu for the past 4 days.
i cant breathe. or
think.
i couldnt spell. signify became
synifgy,
synigfy and patriarchal become
parachial?
i just want everything to end. have a long break and do some crazy things. i miss the old relatively carefree time when studying for history meant memorizing all that was in the textbook, soaking in the pool after school, endless shopping and chats over coffee with my girlfriends.. where are you girls now? oh. and not forgetting studying with C and silly bowling sessions in the evening where we just spend the money to laugh at each other.
yesterday, we were talking about speaking in dialect, inspired from silas marner. or was it the j1 guy who said "they got the look
wor." and she said "i love you" in canto, which i had learnt from anita, thinking i would actually use it.
At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. It's like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And it's not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.
angels dont smoke pipes