Where did I go so wrong?

Ever wished elevators didn’t get to where you were going so fast?

Sigh.

Forget it. She’s got someone else.

Been tossing my head into a self-induced hurricane of sad songs so I can drown out the “omg-we’re-doomed” wails at the back of my mind. Do you know that an “impending sense of doom” is actually a medical term? Should you feel an impending sense of doom, you should consult a physician.

My day was rather messy. The muddle-ment left in my mind after dinner last night lasted throughout today and I marched around campus with a perpetual scowl and furrowed brows. Tonight I shall study for forensic science. Cause I feel like taking a break from animation. =\

Most people yearn for something so unattainable, so inspirational that it takes their breath away. But few have the courage to stand up and get it.

A Quaker Baked Apple Morning

Sometimes… I really hate you.

But I swallow it, grin, root around my bottomless duffel bag of smiles and knick knacks, and pull out another joke for you.

But enough about you. It’s making me nauseous just thinking about it.

Glorious morning despite you. So glorious my body decided (without me nevertheless) to set my alarm clock half an hour later while I was in my exhausted stupor last night. The chirpy rays of the overly exuberant morning sun leaping into my room does little to nothing in chasing away the frustration that is clouding my vision for  the ADM 3 months from now. I need to look further… I have to worry about bigger things… Things like these shouldn’t be on the priority list anymore. That’s why I have briefings, meetings, messaging, warnings, checking, and other such fear-inducing activities that end with “ing”. I have such a long list of items for debrief this year that it rivals the number of pages occupied by the Open House plans.

Disaster control. It’s no longer damage control. How to avert disaster. If I make out of this alive, I shall write such a book.

Now to hustle.