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Jul. 15th, 2010 10:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
levityI. It is almost eleven at night on a school night and we have a quiz at seven in the morning first thing tomorrow and I do not know anything. I usually don't mean it when I say that I do not know anything but this time it is completely true. Well, not really. I know two things. One is that I hate organic chemistry with a passion and that the feeling is mutual; and two is that no one ever before told me what Ice Blended Ultimate Mocha at almost eleven at night on a school night tastes like. It tastes like failing a quiz the next morning and not really caring, not yet, and it tastes like freedom.
And the excuses are rearing their heads like there's no tomorrow, your computer is insane and your words aren't working and it doesn't matter if they do if you don't stop spiralling down and wallowing in self-pity, but still. I fell into a hole and I am now officially a blockhead and living in an apartment with my classmates is definitely an experience and one of these days I have to start learning from everything I know, but in the meantime I can live with spiralling down like it's a hobby and liking something that other people like for a change (football, and there's only the World Cup to blame, and my team lost, I love you anyway Argentina) and winging it is more than just something that makes life interesting, it's a lifestyle.
And the excuses are rearing their heads like there's no tomorrow, your computer is insane and your words aren't working and it doesn't matter if they do if you don't stop spiralling down and wallowing in self-pity, but still. I fell into a hole and I am now officially a blockhead and living in an apartment with my classmates is definitely an experience and one of these days I have to start learning from everything I know, but in the meantime I can live with spiralling down like it's a hobby and liking something that other people like for a change (football, and there's only the World Cup to blame, and my team lost, I love you anyway Argentina) and winging it is more than just something that makes life interesting, it's a lifestyle.
