Tuesday, November 16, 2004

lesson #16: the mad hatter at the tea party

I'm mad about my hat. My peach newsboy cap. I love it I love it I love it. It's forever inside my bag. I bring it everywhere. From now on, just call me The Girl In The Peach Newsboy Cap. Some say it's the Paris Hilton style when I wore it with the black pleated skirt. Some say I look like something out of a Japanese cartoon. But I don't care - I love my hat and it loves me back. I just know it. It exudes warmth. Tender, loving warmth.


Sometimes, it feels like without my hat, I will go insane. Or maybe it's just because of FA. FA FA FA. Eff aay. Eff you see kay you, eff aay. The past few days have been a hectic blur of last minute changes. Hopefully, in the end, we will get an A+ in return of all the hardwork. Of all the stress this particular project has induced. I have been really irritable and showing it to my group mates. I genuinely am ashamed of myself for being so short-tempered and snappy. Hopefully I'll improve on this aspect next term. New classes, new groups, new projects. I simply cannot wait til next term starts! I know this sounds crazy but I cannot wait to get new books and open them up and just... absorb. Absorb everything like a sponge.


Remember that stupid Finance course I bidded for? I got it. I got the stupid course and I'm actually excited about it! Argh. I'll miss going for dance early, though. Damn it, I don't care. I'm gonna go to Finance class all dressed up in da full hiphop outfit, yo. Hopefully certain kindly bus drivers will be around to provide faster, more efficient means of transportation.


YTRAP LOOP - read it backward baby.