it takes a lifetime to learn how to sing to find my place in the world symphony
I'm still waiting on my GSS results. It should be out between now and 12th February. I really do hope Europe becomes a reality.
I'm loving my Advertising Creativity and Copywriting course. I haven't had to use the creative side of my brain so intensively since Drama Elective Programme in ACJC. Although I wish the comments given on our ads were just a little bit more constructive.
I'm feeling very bleurgh right now. I think it's the hormones. Damn. Freaking. Hormones. They're causing everything to go out of whack. I get irritated, cranky, emotional, and it's not very good when it comes to dealing with people. I fear they're then gonna avoid me so as to reduce the propensity of them getting snapped at.
I swear a lot now, on Twitter, on Facebook, out loud; f-word, c-word, b-words. The worst part: It seems like I don't care. It's very bad because it is unlike me to be swearing so much, if at all.
I don't see the point in praying anymore. I don't know if it's a phase or what, but I'm hoping I snap out of it soon. But again, I find that I don't care very much.
I also don't do my Quiet Time anymore. See point above.
Freaking. Messed. Up.
I'm loving my Advertising Creativity and Copywriting course. I haven't had to use the creative side of my brain so intensively since Drama Elective Programme in ACJC. Although I wish the comments given on our ads were just a little bit more constructive.
I'm feeling very bleurgh right now. I think it's the hormones. Damn. Freaking. Hormones. They're causing everything to go out of whack. I get irritated, cranky, emotional, and it's not very good when it comes to dealing with people. I fear they're then gonna avoid me so as to reduce the propensity of them getting snapped at.
I swear a lot now, on Twitter, on Facebook, out loud; f-word, c-word, b-words. The worst part: It seems like I don't care. It's very bad because it is unlike me to be swearing so much, if at all.
I don't see the point in praying anymore. I don't know if it's a phase or what, but I'm hoping I snap out of it soon. But again, I find that I don't care very much.
I also don't do my Quiet Time anymore. See point above.
Freaking. Messed. Up.