I don’t know which one is crazier—the fact that I have classes to attend for five days in a week from Monday to Friday or the fact that I have no more time to give my self a proper rest that I will eventually fall asleep while standing up during the ride back home through the LRT train. Okay, I officially announce that my life is completely crazy as soon as I started this forth semester in college.
The torturing wait at the administrative counter has blissfully ended. I walked away from the hell hole with a schedule that made my stomach twisted into a tight knot and my head spun like a top. You have got to be kidding me—I have classes on every freaking day through the weekdays. That is like going to work, as if I love my college so freaking much that I have to come to this hell hole every day. The only good thing in this matter is that this forth semester is a short semester—I could assume this hell-hole ride will end shortly. Let us all have our fingers crossed for that, shall we?
I am still drafting my daily schedules—take the LRT train back home, wait patiently for the bus to arrive at the LRT station, hitch a ride on the local bus to the nearest stop to my neighborhood, and walk like an idiot through the lonely path into my neighborhood with heavy heart. Would someone actually shoot me to death if I do not die of naturally by the end of this month, please? Please make it less painful as I have already live through one painful life for twenty years.
I need to get my self a pair of freaking good shoes for all those walks I am going to go through. Someone please buy me more clothes because to actually go to college for five days a week eventually made me wear all those clothes in my wardrobe. I do not want to be that nerd girl who wears the same clothes every week, seriously. Please buy me a better bag—a bag I could fit all of my necessities—my laptop, my purse, my notes, my pencil case, my mp3 player, my headphone, my other stuffs and if possible, a guitarist with red pants and an alter ego by the name Bob would be nice. Bob, get into my bag. Or if it is possible, get into my bedroom and stay there. Yes, you should stay. I am locking the door, Bob. Wait a minute, what the hell am I talking about right here?
But seriously, I need a freaking guitarist from the Five Treasure Island who sexily wears red pants and live inside a hole with his guitar and sometimes talk random English to be in my life—in my bedroom, right this instant.
Oh God, I do not even have time for my treasure boys anymore. I have limited time to access the Internet, even more to do what I do the best—becoming a fan-girl. I could no longer scream at my laptop screen upon watching videos of the boys. I do not save tons of pictures into my folders anymore. I do not hug my pentastick to sleep any night anymore (okay, I am being exaggerative, I do not do that). What hurts even more is that they are ending their promotion so damn soon. What the hell, FNC Music. They are only back for a month and now you are sending them back for a Japanese summer tour? Why do you FNC people love Japan so freaking much? I need my treasure boys in South Korea, idiots. I do not want them to go on tour and end their Hello Hello promotion so freaking fast. My mother needs her dose of Hello Hello every week. My nephews need their Hello Hello dosage every week too. What the hell, just make them Japanese already if you are forever taking them there. Japan, I envy you.
I miss that time when my Tumblr dashboard almost breaks because of FT Island when they released the music video teaser and the music video itself. Where have those precious times gone?
I need to get my allowance faster—I have Return mini-album and the Beautiful Journey DVD to buy as soon as possible. I could no longer wait for anything else. College is catching up to my life and if I lose this battle, I will lose my pride as a loyal fan girl of FT Island. I am going to die. Come on life; just give me a chance to be my self again. I will not ruin my life, but reality is possibly ruining mine.
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