Dear Diary,
Since I am obliged by some strange form of ethics to give everything I talk to a name, I shall call ye, A-nonny-moose Jr.(after the great Chatterbox fiend from Tshen's blog). So, I begin this entry again:
Dear A-nonny-moose Jr.,
Life sucks. No, it seriously does. My dog poos and pees everywhere, my cat wakes me up at five thirty in the morning for a bite and my other dog bites me on the arm. It's very painful when the little mongrel does that.
College seems to be a hotbed for the insane, chain-smokers and the occasional hard worker. I'm not impressed. The lecturers are all part of a secret conspiracy to mould our young, impressionable minds into some form of the usual working-class drone by making it grow mould through a series of brain hemorrhaging lectures. I seem to be doodling more and more kitty characters lately. I don't think that's a good sign.
On top of everything, it's the summer semester also known as the short semester a.k.a. Hell-has-descended-on-our-pitifully-hemorrhaged-heads. The classes I took up this semester are hard, which is mainly due to the incredibly ridiculous amount of paperwork we need to do in academic style writing. I heard from several friends in A-levels that they have to write a novel of fictional writing. Damn, I wish I had their class.
It's not all bad though, of course. I've found a clique of friends I can actually talk to and they're nice enough. We do seem to laugh at almost everything though, quite maniacally and frequently as well. I think I saw some psychology lecturers look at us funny. I bet they think we're the next Nobel-prize in the making; undoubtedly, they're hoping we go to them for help one day and end up frothing at the mouth from all the stress. Imagine the headlines of the day's newspaper: College Students Certifiable due to College Work-load.
Oh, dear. The little dog's up again, dear A-nonny-moose Jr. I have to go tend to the little blighter. Until next time.
Your Hospital Bahagia fugitive,
XD
P.S. A-nonny-moose Jr. is quite a mouthful. Might I shorten your name to Moosey instead? :D
Friday, June 08, 2007
If I Had A Diary...
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