I emailed V to tell her I found a vacant computer at the g/f of the library, which by normal standards is news in itself because it is a rare occurence. She immediately emailed back saying, you're in the library? how can that be possible?! Is there revision today that I forgot? Tell me asap! I laughed out loud causing a stare from my seatmate. This is a library remember?! Anyway, I must be really predictable, am I? I don't like libraries, V knows that. She's been trying to extract me from the residence hall, like a gum under a table. I've been holed up in the university residence hall to aim at revising for my freaking exams in June, but I always end up sleeping and watching CSI. This was my pseudo justification of reward supposedly after reading one theme but no, deluding myself of the feat, I end up watching CSI after every page. Haha! Hey, dyspraxics have low attention span, I tell myself. Oh yeah.
Well, I upped and went to the library today to escape the nemesis that is my bed and my computer and then there is the drama of everyday life, that really, I am trying to run away from. Let it be in a box for a bit, S. It can wait, like most things can. I assure you. But, exams and revisions can't wait (Is this me talking?! it can't be) But, indeed I still have 3 more courses to plod on and I only have 2 weeks. A marathon, isn't it? I can do it. Yes, we can (acckkk an Obama cliche). I survived worst. Remember? Remember?
In the mean time, these freaking people are so noisy. Am I in the library?! Oh, I better check, I might be somewhere else after all!
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