don't disengage

I was right. I only got back to my room yesterday at around close to midnight, after many many hours of adjusting font sizes, correcting spelling mistakes, grammar errors, long-winded sentences and every damn alignment that is completely wrong. I loved it. there is something absolutely thrilling about being in the newsroom with the rest of them, bitching about stupid headlines and how a certain other school newspaper was unethical to write a certain article about how to change a certain traditional costume to a clubbing attire. first and foremost- what the fuck. secondly, I don't know why I bother to read it at all.

so I got back at ard 12, and still hadn't done my speeches and journal critique. I only managed to complete one before dragging my feet to bed. the next morning, today, I rushed through my lecture, came up with a lousy speech about tom yam soup 5 minutes before my presentation. stood before the class and talked cock the whole way which Verena saw right through, hehe. "I grew up in a family where my mother is the only one who can cook. she is not a worldclass chef and neither has she ever written a cookbook, but MY GOD can that woman make me a good bowl of tom yam soup." I am quite the asshole.

anyway Verena asked if I had time to prepare and straight out I said no, so she said good presence, just need to make do without that notebook the next time. bagos. I like how I can get my way out of some things. also thank god it's not graded. =D

the weekends are here! hip hooray hip hooray!