Day 31: Fight v. Flight

The photograph from my handphone appeared far too dark to see anything, because of the backlight, so I did this.

Something fascinating happened in the hallway earlier. Well, not the exactly, but a, since it was at the 4000 building but anyway, I was looking for my interviewee's room, which I failed to locate for some odd reason, and as I turned around to check the names on the door once more, a student (or maybe a resident...) came out onto the hallway and started shouting all of a sudden. It took me a while to realize that he was venting his frustrations to "the students of UNL," and that he's urging them to "stop lying" and "be a friend."

That sent me walking back to my room.

Sure, there might have been a really small brawl, though the chances of that ever happening in the residence halls (I just remembered people don't use the word "dorms" here... hmm) are really remote. But somehow, I kept having the sensation of being followed when I was walking back to my room. My thoughts directed me straight to bed, for some reason, under the security of the covers (and I actually fell asleep... Sheesh).

When I look back, it was nothing more than a random rant, which lasted less than a minute. But that fear of it erupting into something terrifying mobilized my feet. Was it his choice of words, or just the vibes he's emitting? Can we sense anger, essentially? Well sure, there are many instances where things can be scary even without the person talking, like a stalker or a mob (I'm not making sense here for some reason... hmm).

Y'know what? I need a shower. Yes, that's what I need. I just woke up and the first thing I did was to post on my blog. No wonder my thoughts are all messed up. Sheesh...

Day 30: Only one day left, what shall I wear?

Alright, January has been a pretty lackluster month... I'll try to come up with something more "extravagant" for February. I have a couple in mind, though I'm not sure if the weather would permit me such pleasures. But I'm definitely taking the formal out of the six, since my only excuse for wearing them would be the near absent requirement for NSE training. Hence, I consider them uniforms. Since, I won't need to wear formally unless they require me to, which has happened only twice - once for the interview, and another for the photoshoot.

In fact, I might've appeared as overdressed last Friday, since everyone was complimenting the outfit, yet I knew not a reason to wear it. Though, really, I'd must prefer something with more color. Maybe it's time to take out the obnoxious yellow cardigan... Even I feel slightly uncomfortable in its presence. I shall need some time to consider...

Day 29: Gotta get that scholarship application done!

I've been putting that off for ages. But otherwise, nothing much happened today, besides the fact that I woke up at 4pm. Off to finish up some schoolwork now~

Day 28: I knew I should've done this earlier

I did somehow believe that I would be late for today's post, and it was true. But anyhow, here's a brief slide reel of my narcissism:

Me understand shirt and tie same color, very difficult to see, but me like it nonetheless. Heck, it's the only reason why I chose a white belt so the color would pop. The cardigan was unexpected though. It did create more weightage to the entire look, because I thought it'd be cold just to wear the shirt out. Well, I was wrong, for it was a pretty splendid day outside today.

And just when I thought it would last, apparently we're in for some snow again on Sunday night. Sigh... the weather's messing with us.

I believe I have many more things to say, but the words aren't spilling out as fluently as they should be. Really, it's a sign of...

TIREDNESS.

Good night people...

Day 27: Out with ye, o' Malory!

I don't remember being this perpetually tired. I've been wearing my pajamas (well, the top half) for the past three days already. See that bit of red there? It comes from:

It's the tee for the College of Arts & Sciences. Pretty neat actually, though I've been using it solely for sleep.

...

GAWD I need to wash my hair. Not that I haven't been lathering it with shampoo lately, but I do need to get it fixed.

But, we're finally done and over with Le Morte D'Arthur and we'll be moving on with Lord Alfred Tennyson's Idylls of the King. Now, this one's going to be a lot more like Beowulf, since the entire thing's a poem. Yet, it's Tennyson... so it must be good. Wishful thinking once again.

Day 26: Ka-BooM...

That was a very flat and dreary ka-boom, by the way... Anyhow:

I do have a matching beanie for the scarf, but it's the one beanie that makes my face look like an egg. Me no want look like Humpty-Dumpty. Hmph.

Well, the gruesome texts of Carlyle and Emerson have passed so now it's on to signal the end of Malory's Le Morte D'Arthur as well. Gawd they're dreary... And I'm TIRED! ~!@#$%#@!~

Oh, and I didn't bother changing out of my pajamas because I didn't sleep. These texts would be driving me to imminent insanity, I say... And now, it's time for my overdue shower. I feel... gross.

Day 25: Drained

Okay, today's picture is really not representative of what I wore today because I only had this on for the sole reason that I woke up late. I mean, I certainly had time to prepare for class and all, but I didn't do the whole wake-up-and-cleanse-self ritual... thingy. Anyway, I wore the red-striped shirt and the navy cardigan from afternoon onwards. I forgot to take a picture before I stripped down to my pajamas. I have so so so much to read...

The Victorian age is fascinating, thankfully, so I guess that should keep me fairly awake throughout the night. 80 pages of sheer history. Not including the other stuff I have to read for Carlyle and Emerson. And I also have a paper to write on these. It's film theory all over... I still remember that one night when I had to finish the reading on Bordwell's... 160 pages in one night. Absolute misery.

Which reminds me. I actually made the effort to read every single word for today's NSE seminar. Heck, I even constructed specific notes for it. And yet, we breezed through the readings without the usual small group discussions, which would've contributed to our grades. Oh, the agony! If I anticipated this, I would've concentrated on Dr. White's class instead! ARGH.

Oh well... back to me readings...