Registration Day

I’m sitting in front of A&S. I am supposed to be flustered or patient. But I am neither. I feel like ripping my advisement form to shreds. But I need my advisor’s signature and pin before I can do that. I am jealous that optimism is the last thing on my mind (and so I have resorted to blogging) because patience is much needed from me right now.

I need a signature. Why is it always a signature. Why is it that someone’s scrawny or massive mumbo jumbo of lines and curves turn one’s life upside down? Who chose signatures to be a sign of approval anyway? Jeez. Did they not notice that it could lead to a form of torture.

‘sign! Or else’

‘no. you don’t deserve my signature and so you shall not get it.’

‘oh yeah.’

‘yeah’

Angry man (who is the victim in the moment…) grabs the oppressive man with their highly needed signature and cuts off four fingers. The thumb, index, middle and ring.

‘ready to sign with your pinky?’

He gets the signature of course (dunno how with the signature dude bleeding and screaming all over the place.) but he not only doesn’t become the victim anymore (bleeding dude is) but he becomes the hero.

Okay now that was fun. Just thinking that story up. Gruesome. But according to one of my friends who enjoys horrific things, ‘it is beautiful.’

So yes. Ive been writing and only a few minutes have passed.

Won’t blogging run my laptop battery down and then… prevent me from looking up classes when my advisor finally DOES show up…

Oh well. Just like the beautiful dude who finds weird scary nightmarish things beautiful, I’m going to be carefree :D I like the sandals I’m wearing,

Red lipstick really fits me. I don’t know why.

It could be my skin color orrr because I have amazingly curved lips.

Okay I’m lying. They are not amazingly curvy but they’re :D well I can’t have lips and tell… lol geddit? Lip and tell?

Whatever. Sooo the fed ex bike in front of my looks like all those ice cream people on the roads in abj.

Good business in yola. Considering the weather and working masses.

But then… wait… won’t the weather need me to spend more time refrigerating the box on the bike more than spend time outside selling.

Oh well.

That’s economics for you.

Which I don’t need to take because I’ve done other general social science courses like ANTHRO AND SOCIO!!!!!!!!  J I’m so happy because I suck with anything that isn’t theorized. Okay fine I guess there’s theory in eco. BUT IT’S ECO!!! Lol anywayyy . Which were utterly boring (socio and anthro) – don’t even ask me why I have taken those courses. Tis a long story.

I am hungry.

I love how reciting the qur’an makes me less tense and angry. Can’t believe I was about to write arrogant. Okay. I am not arrogant. And okay I kind of lied.

Last night I was arrogant in a silent, bitchy way.

This dude that was serving salad in the saddening cafeteria got to me. And I showed him good.

I like myself.

You can hurt me however you want but when I retaliate im sorry but the theory… no hypothesis, of me being bipolar would come true.

Plus the mood swings. There’s this dude (beautiful dude who finds weird things beautiful but that’s up to him because a cool friend of mine thinks I am not judgmental) that I really like (on one day) and then really really hate the next.

I think ill go check out the diff btw general science and humanities.