Post number one-oh-oh.
I've found a new love. They're cream, worn looking Keds with red hearts and stripes. I can't stop staring at them. Hee. My new best friends. With these babies, I actually WANT to wear covered shoes on days without labs (which I reckon are pretty fun until you have to write reports, do experiments by yourself and have lab partners with superiority complexes as huge as hitler's)
Us girls talked about our interests and passions just now. Back when I was still in high school, I was always so fascinated by animals and the environment. I was even crowned the 'Tree-hugging Hippie' by my besties, complete with theme song. Pretty embarrassing. Honestly, it kinda brought down my self esteem but thats besides the point.
Anyway, it somehow seems to me that I've kind of pushed these childhood passions aside for what reasons I do not know. Maybe I'm less idealistic. Maybe I grew even more shallow by immersing myself in materialistic and superficial things like celebrity gossip and boys.
I used to be so happy spewing out random information about animals like: Polar Bears having black skin underneath their tiny, somewhat clear hairs; or that rhinos sometimes sweat blood in order to keep cool; or that the peregrine falcon is the fastest animal with dives clocking up to 300 or 400 kmph.
Right now, I keep thinking which shoes will look good with a minidress. Or how many calories would an average size muffin have. Or whether certain guys are good boyfriend material and whether I should get into a relationship now. *sigh*. I need to get back to my roots. Hopefully it'll stop me from sounding like having an average IQ of 10.
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