badum

drowning in school work. one lit essay down, five more to go -- great. i had better be some literary genius by the time i'm done with these essays, or at least permanently improve from the high C's i'm averaging to a low B (at least!) i receive now and then. my poetry's really bad so i'm going to focus a lot more on that. why am i even saying this when it probably isn't relatable.

and then there comes the other subjects, which i really hope i haven't peaked yet, because there's still so much room for improvement. gah, everything's going to end really soon, which makes me wonder when i'll ever have to involve the multiplier or the formation of a karst landscape in my life. surely, some of the stuff i get from education wouldn't be so meaningless right? the massive consults i'll be having next week must definitely mean something right? i am as uncertain as how what i learn from intensely-intensive revision next week like a philosopher pondering whether the sun will rise tomorrow.

for one, i know lit will forever and always stay with me. i mean, i'm very likely going to major in creative writing/english/lit so that will definitely help, not to mention how we can apply our studies of the human condition in our plays. ugh, this is all so jarring (baby i know).

and why am i falling ill again?! whatever happened to that immaculate immune system you enjoy temporarily after a bout of illness. i don't get it, seriously i don't. so i'm gonna shut up and chug my herbal tea and cooling water and such (i am traditional like that, but i'm also gonna get western meds luh).