Maybe I will go out for a bit late afternoon or early evening. Now that I'm feeling less stressed in general I'm giving this "healthy lifestyle" thing a more serious attempt. Yes, my diet is kind of high-sugar-high-salt-high-fat, and I do eat irregularly, but I figure I'll get there eventually. If I stop having KFC cravings. Walking to school is such a pain, but I can sort of justify it by telling myself that I'm exercise--- and it doesn't make walking to school any more appealing, but at least I've given myself a reason for my suffering.
I still want to move to a place where I can conveniently catch a bus to school.
Oh yeah, a few people told me to stop calling school "school", because it was such an American thing to do and it makes it sound immature. I was quite confused, because we are at school. Well, at least I still feel that way. With what, classes which are now called "tutorials" and "lectures", and assignments which make no significant contribution to society and my efforts which pass or fail on someone's opinion. Alright, I'm being cynical again. Oh me~ Regardless, I don't feel like anything's changed in essence, and why would you say "university" instead of "school"? School has less syllables! So some people call it uni--- yeah, I do that too. It just sounds like some sort of casual slang you wouldn't use unless you were in a relaxed situation with your close friends. Why isn't that covered by the "immaturity" bracket?
Erck, people are so pedantic. Sometimes they frustrate to me so much...
Like yesterday in the lecture hall, when it was the last of the day and I was desperate to get out because I felt as if I were a famished refugee. Then all these people just kept on asking the lecturer mundane questions... Oh but what if X and Oh but what if Y and I'm just sitting there, exhausted, thinking, "OH BUT WHAT IF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP AND WE ALL GOT OUT ON TIME". The professors keep on reiterating that there are no such thing as stupid questions. Please, do we live in fairy-rainbow-dreamland? There are stupid questions, like bombarding the lecturer with a endless series of what ifs which you would realise you could solve yourself if you just let the lecturer finish the talk.
Eh, I should get over that. It probably wouldn't have been nearly as bad if I wasn't hungry and desperate to get out. I'll just... think happier thoughts next time that happens, which I am sure it will.
No no no, I call Pink. Pink is love, and a humanitarian like me loves people.
I'll just be like Joshua from now on: I looooove people.
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