Elevator Music?

In which there is more Girly Conversations

It's cold today. The sort of cold that cling to your socks and hair in a weary wet way.

"So are you still out of practice?"

"Not really."

"You still don't like anyone?"

Short pause as the entire male population at large is contemplated.

"Nah, really can't be bothered."

In which I am taught an important lesson by a 10-year-old

Funny how the trait of smart arsness can reveal it self at such a tender age.

Of course, the most convenient way to be properly humbled is to take up a tutoring job which I have done so upon recommendation.

Thus,

"...anti-oxidants are good for you, like nuts such as almonds."

"Almonds?"

"Yeah."

"It's a-monds, not almonds.The 'L' is silent."

And to round it off, an eye-roll.


Aren't kids just precious.

In which I start to lose facets of my personality

It's either the fact that I'm really bad at adapting or the world is just throwing me off-kilter.

I don't feel me anymore, which is slightly worrying.

Maybe it's dormant neurotic tendencies showing up again.

Or maybe it's the shoes.

In which I actually talk about school

The walls of my locker room used to be...this white that has turned mustard yellow.

Then they painted them aqua blue.

Lessons are underway again and being awesome.

Am trying to wish away self-destructive behaviour. Not really helping. Must wish harder.

Must also stop making statements that invites the initiation of Murphy's Law.("I will never get angry" "This isn't that difficult." "Of course I can finish this biology paper by tomorrow")

In which I am too tired to think

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