Wednesday Morning, 3 a.m.
I'm listening to Simon and Garfunkel and hitting the books with makeup still on my face and the lawyer lamp - the lamp Wu gave me a year ago as a symbol of his friendship - steadily winking on my Fourier Series notes.
Simon and Garfunkel have the saddest lyrics set to the chirpiest tunes. Songs like that make me feel doubly sad when I hear them. Since my laptop crashed, my lovely happy song, "No one loves me like you", has been out of my hearing, and I have to resort to my Simon and Garfunkel CDs to give me a high. Yet it's kind of a mixed high. If only I could shut my ears to their beautiful, yet unbearably sad, lyrics.
Bought fortune cookies for my housemates and I opened one tonight. It said, "With a little hard work your creativity will bring you great results." Which means that I should be studying now...
Housemates have congregated in Housemate Above's room, which means I'd better go and study
now
Simon and Garfunkel have the saddest lyrics set to the chirpiest tunes. Songs like that make me feel doubly sad when I hear them. Since my laptop crashed, my lovely happy song, "No one loves me like you", has been out of my hearing, and I have to resort to my Simon and Garfunkel CDs to give me a high. Yet it's kind of a mixed high. If only I could shut my ears to their beautiful, yet unbearably sad, lyrics.
Bought fortune cookies for my housemates and I opened one tonight. It said, "With a little hard work your creativity will bring you great results." Which means that I should be studying now...
Housemates have congregated in Housemate Above's room, which means I'd better go and study
now
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