When I woke up from the wrong side of the bed..

I saw it in my dreams, and it came true.

Under normal circumstances, I'd step out of bed from my right. There was something odd about today... other than the fact that I lost like 3 litres of blood or sumtin...
Ok, I like to exaggerate a lil...

I lowered my day curtains, my photo frame slid and sent 2 of my glass ornaments crashing down the floor. What a way to start the day.

I can't remember ever making my mouth twitch upwards even the slightest bit until Jackie said something really silly. And that was like bouts 415pm.

Gosh, I'm only 22 and I'm turning into a grumpy hag.


The rest of the evening was a blur. Dinner with Calv-whom I like to refer to as Guy from Stanford. Just mentioning Stanford makes me feel stupider already. I cant believe we're all humans but he's like waaaaay smarter. The world is unfair.
He went on about his road trips in America and yada yada... I can't decide if I'm envious, jealous, or if I'm resident of a well.

I think my life's getting a lil gloomy and boring. Instead of doing almost the same things everyday, I'm gonna have to impose "new breakthroughs" upon myself. I am resolved to make most of each day that the Lord's blessed me with.

Today, I'd woken up on the left side of my bed. I shall do something new tmr.



I'm feeling excited already :)