Come on, Doc. Give me that Chill Pill... Give it to me good
I hate the autumn in my country. I feel like the sky has been attacked by an alien colony of bees and it’s a constant downpour from the numerous holes left. It’s wet, cold, and windy and yes among all those thousands of students at the university the flu funk has found a perfect breeding ground. So every day is pretty much, cough, sneeze, wheeze and pray the headache leaves you alone already. It would seem I am from the less fortunate when it comes to being healthy and so is my friend Devora. It definitely is pointless to visit the gym, since all my energy from the muscles has leaked into a black hole. I guess my organism is fighting off the cold and no movement can be done. Blah! Doc, I need my chill pill.
College is actually turning out to be a lot cooler than high school used to be. We had English today and what we did blew my mind away since there was no grammar. Everything we will ever learn will be directed towards economics and the US in terms of structure, political and economics systems. We are to be socially engaged into the processes that define what a nation is and I am loving it, because I will finally use my vocal cords in English. It’s just so painful only writing a language that is not yours. To say that my speaking skills are rusty is like saying that the sun is warm… I am not sure whether I managed to pull the meaning of putting it mildly.
I am now more than convinced that I need one of those strict down right to the minute schedules to sit down, read, write, review, blog, study and live my life. Can you believe that we will have tests the second week already and the lectures in microeconomics are just sooo long. Plus one of our teachers is known as the Blond Bitch in her former work place, so I am a bit worried whether she is into flailing poor cute and innocent students [me mainly]. Time tables and all, since time is easily left to slip and I am a victim of not using it correctly. I am in a chipper mood lately, so here is to that. Now all I need is a Scandinavian god [of course I can settle for Eros from this drawing, too perfect not to love] to lighten up my spare time and a massage, oh and a chocolate. Mhm, now that I think of it, I may need pizza. *hungs head low in hunger and lust*