Another one of those six word stories.

They don't. (Except when they do.)

I really do wonder.

--- has to be the most annoying subject ever.

Senior year for me has at the very least been manageable so far. But I am beginning to despise ---- for being..ugh.

There's a military academy here for a reason. So that all those who actually want to go through this do go through this. Otherwise, please don't damn the rest of us in stuff dreamt up by people who feel this is the best thing they can do with their senior year.

Not.

Tomorrow afternoon will be spent running around campus looking like some fashion freak I don't want to be. Jeans, seriously. Jeans.

I'm not the sort of person to wear jeans. At least not very often. And never with black leather shoes.

Neither can I properly do pushups or stay still for any period of time and run about and enjoy it.

Ugh. 

//endrant

Sometimes, you don't need to solve for the solution.

I have this dilemna. 

Well, you see, this dilemna of mine has an easy solution, but I believe I need to be reminded in order to solve this already. 

Indeed. 

Anyway, this dilemna of mine--it's quite simple, really (as I've said before): I worry too much, and I hug too little. 

And yet, everybody knows I'm the type of person to love hugs. 


So. I put this here to remind myself to hug more, and worry less. 

And that I should show people everyday how much I care about them. :) 

Instead of feeling bad afterward. Right? 

Meow.

Books I intend to get myself this year. (a.k.a. Why Books Get Me Curious about People.)

 

[one]--Thirteen Reasons Why --This book intrigues me; suicide being something I have never considered (and hope never to) . I'm the type to want to get even, and not wallow in a corner to be pitied. (I have a sense of self, I hope.) So, it interests me what can drive a person to suicide--and how to prevent as such from happening to anyone (and most especially the people I love, whom, thankfully, aren't suicidal people. I think.) Besides, pardon the pun, but this seems to be a novel sort of novel. I might want to record something that way--my life, though, and not my death. Imagine people discovering records of my thoughts in some old CDs fifty years from now. And trust me; I am a talkative person.

[two] --^^ That, or any other sequel to Gone with the Wind. Because I am irked at how late Scarlett realized that she loved Rhett all along. (Why do we ignore things that are right in front of us?) Besides, unlike some other book characters I admire, Scarlett had to gain my approval throughout the course of Gone with the Wind, instead of me liking her at an instant. In other words, she grew--though not enough, it seems. So indeed, with Scarlett, Rhett and the rest, tomorrow is yet another day. (And the next book is yet another must-read.)

[three] It's a classic. Enough said.