Y Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Aretha's guide to survival.
Brisbane draws nearer in two and a half days time. I'm not exhilarated I'm not thrilled but instead I'm calm and collected. This is a necessary way to feel if I forsee myself surviving another semester of bitch fights, catfights and just about every other fight.
The little voice in the back of my head is going to be a constant reminder that the Almighty bestowed us with intellect to achieve great things like good grades and not to scheme and plot against others, which people in general are very fond of doing. I know I sound so pesstimistic but 'happy people are usually those who have stopped aiming for greater things in life and are happy to be where they are'. Happiness is sometimes overrated.
On days when I come down with the misanthropist syndrome, pictures of people I love plastered across my bedroom will be a gentle reminder that one doesn't have to love the whole world but one has to love.
Mornings when I get of the wrong side of the bed, grouchy, wanting to sit on the toiletbowl and wail- I will try my best to remember I am twenty this year and not seven.
Rainy days are not an excuse to sleep in and miss class this semester, because if that were the case I would miss one quarter of my classes by default.
In a household whereby the kitchen is the busiest place, I must always remember I eat to live and not vice versa.
Last but not least, I will not miss out on local gossip, like 'who's done what under the veil of secrecy' happenings, so keep me updated alright? ;)
youknowyouloveme
you know you love me
xoxo
9:19 PM
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