Cool. I learnt that I am roughly 5"3. Today on the train back to the train station, I sat right beside Al Shantz. My mouth was shut, all the way, ears plugged to Thrice's Cold Cash and Colder Hearts. What a dumbass. Was so tempted to ask him some questions but I just didn't know what to say.
I think I'm seriously jinxed. Everytime there's a field assignment, it rains. Heavily. It pours. Makes me pissed just thinking about the time and money I wasted trying to get my work done. ARGH! It rains, it pours and it makes me agitated and antsy.
Looking at the article, I just hope I got it all right. It feels as if everything is scattered and slowly, if I don't get my act straightened out, things are gonna start piling. Fortunately I've already started on the drafts for each of the articles. Just that.. my angle always seems to be off. To me that is. Why why why?!
I'm staring at the can of Redbull on my desk. It's calling out my name, tempting me with its sweet sweet sugary and diabetically hazardous essence. ARGH! I've already had coffee. Screw lunch. Had a nice sugar cane session with the guys from SB. Haha. They said that I've got the 'designer' look thanks to my hair. Rright. So from looking like the Tomb Raider, I am now also known as the Designer girl. Cute.
I will finish this article. Because the never-ending rain is beginning to grate on my nerves. It's bloody April damn it. We're supposed to experience like, SPRING? Or wait, winter is before spring. Crud. Instead of snow we get shit-ass rain. Like a lot of rain.
You can see I'm not very happy. Despite the fact that I like it when it rains at night, I hate rain in the day. Makes me grumpy because it gets your feet, clothes and bag wet. And a bag wet means a possibly wet laptop and we don't want our lovelies to be drenched and dripping water now don't we?
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