tattering.

I’m so wide awake, it is annoying.

My interpretation of pretty seems to have drifted. It doesnt mean things that look pleasant, or “match-made-in-heaven” put together or clean sleek. Right now, I’m in that awed/ stunned/ muted/ amazed phase that dictates that anything new/ different/ something I havent come across/ terribly clever is pretty.

Maybe, I’m too lazy to find The Adjective to describe my fanaticism. But voodoo dolls that look like this: X/ in bright yellow OR new versions of softwares and outrageous reads. That’s just… pretty.

Yeah, my brain is numbed by stupidity/ laziness/ clots.

 

I dont like it when we get tired and snappy. It then becomes too easy to forget, about the things that eventually matter, like being on talking terms. It’s so easy for Victor to “not be friends”, go for a bath and come back and “be friends” again. Hee, it takes childhood.

I hate it when that something comes in between my regular days. The numbers and the stress and the demands. I also hate it when I dont talk about certain stuff to regular folks, but it affects me and I shut up instead. And I still do.

I like racing with others when I do Add Math. So funnn. The answers at the back of the book become highly necessary then, to triple-check my adrenaline-induced brain jumble. I need focus-training.

 

Will pen more thoughts tomorrow, shall pack school bag now. Eeks, I’m in dire need of that Ranger uniform’s trousers. The one with the 15 inch zip and is too long and baggy for me. Positive I bought the guys’ trousers then. HAIH, my lust for certificates and escapades lead me to the oddest of events, with the most disgusting dress codes.