Hello world.

What a week. I sleep early at night and wake up more exhausted the next day than the day before. And imagine going out at 7.30am and reaching school after 9am. Should really take the effort to catch up this semester and not procrastinate on reading the textbooks.

It's the third week of school and I feel that the promise I make to myself to consistently revise and all that jazz, is not happening. Don't get why I feel so lifeless nowadays. Shall stop complaining about school now.

(Random thoughts running through the mind. Anticipate a burst of random feelings.)

I think I'm in love with to do lists. And moleskine notebooks. I like writing, the physical kind where you get to express yourself by varying the intensity, pressure, size and type of handwriting.

Also, sometimes I wish I had a twin, just so that I won't feel so alone when it comes to life, living and work. Wishing that another person likes making to do lists - just for the fun of it. Someone who thinks like me. Instead of making the people who I'm conversing with confused. It's frustrating when other people are unable to see through your perspective and worst of all, every one else doesn't bother to see through it.

Imagine how frustrating it is for those psychologists who theorize ideas and principles and their efforts to educate the people. And it take YEARS before people start to appreciate their work - usually after they are dead. Sad, sad life. I love the unconventional, the unwanted and the underdog.

Living with 3 live pimples right now,

Huda.