How's life been jean?
I shall proceed to answer my own question. This is retarded. I'm doing it anyway.
There was a snow storm yesterday. At least to me, it was a snow storm. There wasn't snow falling from the sky but snow was swept by the wind, hitting our jackets, our faces and eventually blew the hoods off our heads. The wind, 33km/h, I have no idea what this really means but I know how it feels. It's as if there were invisible hands pushing you from the back. We attempted to run. No, we ran, so as to reach home as fast as possible. But soon, we realised that it was dangerous to. As we ran, the wind blew, when it blew in the direction we were running to, we felt we were going to fall. How all these look? It looks exactly like those sand storms in deserts in movies. Tragic. We were a little disorientated because all the tracks that were previously trodden on were covered with snow that were swept off rooftops. I shall not mention the rest because of course I got home in one piece and you can fit in the rest.
It's sunday. I'm left with exactly 6 months now. It shows 24 more weeks on my calendars. They are everywhere to aid me in counting down. 24 weeks suddenly seems a little short. After this coming week of 3 days of school, since we are skipping school on thursday and friday to head to sweden to ski, it's 23 weeks already. Subsequent whale watching, fishing, aurora catching and what not.. time passes. Sunday passes right before me and I'm letting it. I woke up and skyped with my family, as always. Made myself breakfast simply because I cracked an egg, not fully but a little while packing my desk last night. Vacuumed my room, washed my clothes and chatted with friends. Calming my friend of her bf troubles. Ha... of all people, me... I know. Well, doing household chore confuses me. I took more than half a day to complete my washing and eating and packing that I am a little exhausted and the sun is setting. Hand-washing everything is no joke, that's the price to pay for refusing to pay to use the washing machine. There really isn't any mood left to do my readings for next week. Plus, school's gonna be from 8am to 8 plus pm tomorrow. I'm taking the norwegian language class. Just for fun.
Cooking dinner tonight again. We had rice last night and it's pasta again tonight. Dear me.
Till again.
I shall proceed to answer my own question. This is retarded. I'm doing it anyway.
There was a snow storm yesterday. At least to me, it was a snow storm. There wasn't snow falling from the sky but snow was swept by the wind, hitting our jackets, our faces and eventually blew the hoods off our heads. The wind, 33km/h, I have no idea what this really means but I know how it feels. It's as if there were invisible hands pushing you from the back. We attempted to run. No, we ran, so as to reach home as fast as possible. But soon, we realised that it was dangerous to. As we ran, the wind blew, when it blew in the direction we were running to, we felt we were going to fall. How all these look? It looks exactly like those sand storms in deserts in movies. Tragic. We were a little disorientated because all the tracks that were previously trodden on were covered with snow that were swept off rooftops. I shall not mention the rest because of course I got home in one piece and you can fit in the rest.
It's sunday. I'm left with exactly 6 months now. It shows 24 more weeks on my calendars. They are everywhere to aid me in counting down. 24 weeks suddenly seems a little short. After this coming week of 3 days of school, since we are skipping school on thursday and friday to head to sweden to ski, it's 23 weeks already. Subsequent whale watching, fishing, aurora catching and what not.. time passes. Sunday passes right before me and I'm letting it. I woke up and skyped with my family, as always. Made myself breakfast simply because I cracked an egg, not fully but a little while packing my desk last night. Vacuumed my room, washed my clothes and chatted with friends. Calming my friend of her bf troubles. Ha... of all people, me... I know. Well, doing household chore confuses me. I took more than half a day to complete my washing and eating and packing that I am a little exhausted and the sun is setting. Hand-washing everything is no joke, that's the price to pay for refusing to pay to use the washing machine. There really isn't any mood left to do my readings for next week. Plus, school's gonna be from 8am to 8 plus pm tomorrow. I'm taking the norwegian language class. Just for fun.
Cooking dinner tonight again. We had rice last night and it's pasta again tonight. Dear me.
Till again.
posted by Jean @ 9:33 PM
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