Floored


When it's beautiful and snowy, I slip on the ice. And when it's beautiful and sunny, I slip in the mud. I wish Williamstown weather reciprocated my love. :(

Anyway. It's been flagrantly easy for me to be cheerful the last few days -- and cheerful in a calm way, not like ohyesworkyayandthatotherthingohdarnandthatonetooyesnodarnhaha. Many thanks to the Boss!

Brief happy super superficial observations (I wonder if this nullifies all efforts to avoid Facebook haha):

1. The layers in my hair are finally long enough to hold a French braid without any bobby pins, which is really convenient because that's a good way of getting hair out of the way for long work nights.

2. Over the last few days I discovered that the bike shorts that I used for gimrama in Form 2 (ohh man that means I've owned them for a decade o_O haha) and hardly worn since, as well as the RM5 skirt I got from Sungei Wang during my precollege newspaper internship, are really convenient things to wear under borderline too-short skirts/dresses, which is convenient because it's now warm enough to wear skirts, and dresses are so comfy.

Onwar to inflicting my clunky unedited syntax on my homework! :D