well, sometimes feelings can be wrong. just like for that module, understand blah blah, something to do with diversity. too long of a name. i thought it was going to be a girl, looking at how gender confusing and unspecific the name of the lecturer was. that guy probably had some major issues to deal with, like the whole name thing affecting his life while going through puberty. talk about growing pains. and it sounded like a fun course too. was it? no, it isn't. but i guess it's easy to score a couple of points here and there for it. sounds easy.

and plus, i feel i've gotta be more awake for that class. inject a little nav into the lecture theater. if not, i have a strong feeling that i might fall asleep. correction, will fall asleep.

so then, what else is there? accounting tutorial doesn't seem that bad. but still, it's accounting. and i dunno whether i've said this in an earlier post, but quantitative analysis is kinda interestingly fun? i dunno, maybe cause i pimped up my tutorials. or is it comic-ed up. iiiiiiii don't know anymore. and RWPS just sucks alright. whatever report writing and presentation skills. yeah, it's important. i agree. but why the hell does it have to be so damn boring. it's so boring, i'd rather read the instruction manual for a dishwasher.

yeah, and i haven't ran in a long time yet. a week. no, probably more than that. wonder if i can still run. i found out my knee hurts only when i walk and nothing's wrong with it when i run. so, does this mean i have to run instead of walking even if it's from the kitchen to the bathroom. well, i guess it depends if i'm in a hurry, or rather, the poop is in a hurry to get out and live life in the underground sewage hanging out with the poops and pukes and piss along with the frogs, toads and whatever lives down there. trolls?

tomorrow hopefully can have a nice drive to school. it's not really a nice drive. nothing scenic. except for the part where i'll be pleading with my car to at least provide a little more power to drive up the slope at benjamin shears bridge, where the flyer and resorts are. have a glimpse of something so 'spectacular' and get back to driving that small little cute car that's just too much for me. a land rover defender would've chic-ed up the entire journey. and it's got amazing room in the back, if you know where i'm going with that statement. you naughty boy you.

and for once, you know i'd like to just confess something. i may have anger management issues. no, not the one where i just let it all go. the one where i keep it all in. and i dunno, lately i feel that i may just go off the handle. shoot off the gun. just blow at someone. even at the smallest issue. but i shouldn't, it's not right. and plus, what good will it do? besides making me feel so damn fuckin' good.