Morning blues

say who? say me

i woke up this morning. it is like any mornings- torturous. i hate waking up. i hate the process of waking up. i hate the feeling that i get when i wake up. i hate how i look when i just woke up. i hate it when i can't continue sleeping or when i can't adjust and get into the day immediately.

imagine that for this semester, all the days are at 9am except for tuesday which is at 10am. this defies grace's very basic instinct and nature. it is especially horrifying when on mondays, i have to attend this 9am class which is based primarily on what you say and the lecturer goes, "well, we have group assignment but we may not use that unless i am not able to assess which grade you fall under during class participation. however, so far, i have never used group assignment as a gauge." how horrifying is that when miss grace-blur-blur-during-mornings can barely function with her puny brain, much less talking intellectually. rawr.

but i love evenings. it is so soothing with the evening light. i am the weirdo who love having lessons in the evenings, given that there are no lessons in the morning. that is a prerequisite, of course.

i am now in central library with Bren and i decide to focus on my remaining half an hour (before i go to a tutorial that i am not sure if i even got it) on work. wish me luck.