9.05.2010

waste, not rubbish.

This is it. I have no idea why I am finding it so tough to type out this essay. Its like .. the sentences are not forming in my head. 300 words. 2700 more to go, and I want to finish this by Friday. I think I'm going to head over to the Reading Room tomorrow. Where there'll be quiet (it is not like as if my room is noisy), and everyone around me is either reading, sleeping, or doing their work, of course. Best thing is, you can't even have a conversation in there. This is where all the lone rangers are. And I have to say, I am one in uni now. Hur hur.

Right. I am going to abandon this essay for the night, and start on tomorrow's readings. Though I am sleepy ..

Random news alert : If I ever have this strong urge to cut bangs at this point of time where I am pretty much happy with my fringe length, I am going to cut myself. Haha. Okay, seriously, that was a joke. I am not that crazy. But frankly, I am getting quite bored of this stagnant hair. Curling it again is a big no-no. Rebonding it will make me the stupidest person ever, and I swore of colouring my hair ever since that mean hairdresser said I have done enough damage to it and that I should never colour it again. Cut it? But I am loving the current length that I have now. Probably I should just cut a new style. Ahh.. Hairspiration.

Wait, did I mention readings earlier on ?

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