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I.

I know I still cling a bit to who I was in the past. So when I got the discographies of three bands that I like, I felt really really happy. I got the discography of FM Static, Dashboard Confessional and New Found Glory. Happy days!!! Now I can’t wait to download the other songs of bands that I’ve liked since high school senior year.

A brief rundown of the bands:

  • Bowling for Soup
  • Blink 182
  • The Starting Line
  • Brand New
  • Mest
  • Mxpx

There are still others but I don’t really recall them. =p

II.

It’s 3:15 am and I’m still awake. Still trying to make a presentation for a report on Dialects of America. I don’t know how this helps me and my classmates in our Socio-Psycholinguistics class. I wish we (me and my partner) did the report on Slang and Creoles.

III.

I hate how I love someone completely. It hurts. Especially the part about not knowing if we’ll really end up together. I know he wants kids. I don’t know if I can give him kids. I need a check up. He wants to move to Canada. I think I’ll follow him there. Or anywhere he wants to go. I want to be with him.

I hung out with him this afternoon and we were on his bed, lying down. I was lying on his chest and I could hear his heart beating. We had this short conversation:

Him: Hey gorgeous.
Me: Hey handsome.

Then he kissed me.

I really want that. Forever. I really really really want that.

IV.

Rainy nights are perfect.

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A/N: This is something I wrote during a Literature class. Our teacher is not conducive to learning. In the two weeks that I’ve been in his class, there is not one thing that I understand about the lesson. All I’ve learned to do is to space out. I think I should open myself to the possibilities, but at this point, there’s no chance of that happening.

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She had to bow her head to avoid her teacher’s gaze. It was painful to try and pretend that she gives a shit about his subject. Or him. It was a long hour during his class. A long, excruciatingly boring class… and hour. It wasn’t usually so easy for her to space out during “working-slash-school time,” but now it was no effort for her (and her conscience) to drown out his voice and his discussion. It was so boring! Like goddamn! So fuckin’ boring and dragging! He tries to put interesting facts and tidbits of thought into his lesson but it’s obvious he’s not really into the subject he’s teaching. He’s being mediocre. What a shame! He’s supposed to be a good teacher and an ex-student. Shameful! Abso-fuckin-lutely shameful!

The girl sitting beside was nodding off as Mr. Mediocre droned on and on about literature. Oooh! How his I’m-so-smart and condescending tone annoyed her. Not a lot. But enough. Enough to make her detest going to class.

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That’s it. Very crude and very angry. And sloppy.

I really wish things could be better in class or within myself. I know it’s wrong to blame the teacher. But in this case, how can I not? Literary theories is not something I read for recreation. I don’t know anything about it. I hope he comes up with a better teaching strategy other than just reading from his printed notes and explaining them to us.

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