let lemons be angry

Today is, quite simply, a sucky day. I do not use "sucky" loosely; in fact, i stay clear from such low-level vocabulary most of the time. But today is sucky.

I refused to get out of bed when I could have, and ended up being too late for my lecture. I decided to camp out in my school's comp lab and admire its slanted roof and slog away at my proposal for Heinz Baked Beans. I am lunching alone. I am wearing a cap, a rarity in my daily outfits, because I seldom feel like I need to hide. My next class is in two hours' time, and it is a class about ancient Asian pots. I have not a care for ancient Asian pots.

To top it all off, my mother has made fun of my arms. I am strong, but I feel like dough today.

If not for Crusade, and painting class, and okay, the rest of my classes, and if not for the beautiful building that is my school, I would seriously consider dropping out and fast-forwarding my career.

But okay. At least I have some time to do my work. And these apple dippers are quite nice in their own strange way.