O-pa! Gimme my Spanakopita! -Oh i believe it happens all the time_
Okay, my stress levels are mounting. Why do I have an inkling that I can't do this? Why do I feel like I'm screwing up everything? Sigh. Incomprehensible lecturers bug the life out of me.
I just want a holiday. Where I dont have to think about primer designs or T cell receptors. I just want some kataifi and some borek. I want to sleep in. I want to watch movies. I want to buy new clothes. I want to have dinner in London with bangau angau and kuda kepang.
So many wants distract you from your needs.
I feel bad about bitching. I still don't understand why humans do it. What do you actually get out of talking about other people's faults? I know I feel some sick sort of satisfaction. Like a smugness creeping up at seeing other people sharing your dislike. And refracting people's criticism of you towards someone else. I feel guilty afterwards. Sure these people did some bad things but to prolong the discussion seems a tad bit depressing. Sigh. I'm sorry. I know you bitch about me too. Frankly, as long as it doesn't get back to me, I don't really care because it happens and I can't stop it anyway.
Travis Clark, please keep tossing rocks at my window.
Labels: Emo, Friends, pop punk/powerpop, Rambling, Uni
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