Freaked.

See, the bad thing about relishing the much anticipated Chinese New Year break is that you get bombarded with thoughts about attending the stupid makeup class the irritating professor had unsympathetically set up during the celebrating period. His thoughtless arrangement is enough to make me want to gather all that extra load of mandarin oranges to throw at him.

On second thoughts, what a waste.

I’m not even sure I look forward to the class which will begin promptly at noon tomorrow. I’m a crackpot. I freaked out just thinking about the obligation I am bound to involuntarily. I fear school. I hate the email system. People should stop sending me unrelated material that contributes absolute noise to my serene life. These people should know that I spent less than five seconds dealing with all that I consider to be superfluous junk.

I don’t understand how some people can actually enjoy going to school. The side effects surfacing with such a bold decision include the fact that I had subconsciously turned my web log into an abusive arena. God this has got to stop. I need to watch more drag TV to keep myself spiritually occupied. At least I can be brain dead for awhile watching nothing intelligent on MTV and no one to judge me.

Anyway I have something else to look forward tomorrow, my cousin’s house warming tea party. I still can’t believe she’s married, and even more that she’s got her own place.

Yes I’m jealous, can’t I be?

I guess it just gets me that there are people out there who love the moment while I’m sulking. Tomorrow will be a good time to catch up with her and her soon to be new life. And I seriously wished my mood improves by the end of that little party.

And if I haven’t already, happy Chinese New Year anyway.