it’s a little ironic how life is i guess. you live, you love, you lose. Not always in that order.

 i dunno why i’m so melancholy. maybe it’s the rain, maybe it’s the fact that i’m snowed in by work and school. I hate the feeling of scurrying around with a shirt that feels and smells like damp, books piled high and juggling an umbrella in high winds to boot. It all seems quite pointless.

Well, not seems maybe. I know it’s not pointless, but it does project that certain pointlessness about it. Esp coming to uni for a 3 hour lecture that was cancelled. Stuggling to stay motivated in lectures that only have 1/2 attendance. (when your entire course only has 60 people, a half attendance is really noticable. and sad. cuz you’re one of the poor sods who are in the lecture)

bleh.