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- I got sick this weekend, that was the main event. I have to be straight from the start because I'm afraid as I go into details about how many rolls of toilet paper I've used and how I was literally dead sleepy the other night after drinking that cold pill some of you who have high expectations and think that I actually did something eventful might get disappointed.
- But really, as I was fucking tired all weekend, and this Monday was also Camellia's 21st birthday, I overcame my sickness and intervened myself in a bunch of useless activities and found out about some things about my grade that I wasn't supposed to know anyways.
- So basically I stopped caring about whether I got the scholarship for about a year now, because last year I wasn't very successful with the Vietnamese subjects, which I believe none of the students were content with either, so I assumed why care. But this year I only have German, and I didn't do so much of a bad job at the tests so I thought, let's just break the rule and check out the required grade to get a scholarship. My grade this year is 8,00, and guess how much the required grade is? 8,03. Beautiful isn't it. Should never have looked it up.
- So basically when you're sick, you get bored, annoyed and angry at basically anything. I got mad at my mom (for the 1000th time) the other day, but thanks to the cold/sleeping pills I had to go to bed early and nothing happened the morning after. In my defence, I don't think anyone behaves well when they're sick, we're allowed to have a day or two when we get fucking mad for no reason at all.
- A couple of things happened today that made me rethink, was it my fault, again. Not mentioning the subject, because it's just worthless information, just the mere things that I did, were they wrong? But then as I was sitting on the bus home today next to a guy who secretly fought me over the piece of drape, I thought, even if it's my fault, would it even be right if I just run after trying to fix it? You've always wanted to be that kid who doesn't give a fuck about anything, and who can leave the fuck giving to everybody else, this is the perfect time.
- The homework is getting more and more, and it's not even fun anymore.
- I don't even have the need to write down my flirting process with this guy in my class, only now because I feel like the post has happened too quickly and I need to expand by adding more information do I remember that there's a him. Ugh nothing special, very very boring even. I don't have the ability to do something so magical like making a guy like me, or being cute a girly and stuff. Like, I'm the antonym of cute and girly. I wear men's shirts for God's sake. So, whatever, I know it's baddddd and against so many of my moral rules when you're not serious about anything and just doing things out of interest and not out of thorough thoughts, but considering that he doesn't care anyways and I'm trying to find some inspirations back into my university life, I'm gonna keep doing it until it gets too obvious and weird I'm just gonna flash and laugh and leave.
- Jk about the flashing, but I'm gonna do something crazy then leave. Cause he graduates in like a month haha way to choose a target Jennifer.
- So here are photos that resemble summer because I don't know why. Summer feels so nearrrrr already.
