Bruised Elbows.

i'm supposed to be studying for an exam i have on monday. but, shyte. pieces of photocopied paper can't hold my attention for very long. especially when the contents are a horrible jumbled mess of grammatical and structural errors, trying to convey some sort of information about the "conventional guidelines to weeding." one of the said guidelines is, "collection should be kept absolutely infect. books represented the accumulated recorded written heritage of civilization". what the feck??
i'm talking about incomprehensible lecture notes here people! the very thing we're supposed to be reading in preparation for exams. but because i'm smart, i get a vague picture of what it's all about. (note: vague) but what happens to those who don't have a decent basic grasp of advanced vocabulary? this is what our education providers give us. this is what we have to put up with. incompetence. *smirks*

oh and of late, i've been bumping into walls a lot. i wonder how that could happen. apparently my body has this attachment with the walls? a few bruises here and there. fortunately my head hasn't found a fondness towards the walls. i'd be zonked. maybe i need me one of those sensors they put on cars, it beeps when you get too close to an obstruction while reversing. ya know? hahaha~

quite recently my 8 year old cousin asked me what a Beemer is. reaaalll cutesy like, "Pasha what's a Beeeemerrr?" well i said, it's a pet name for BMWs. the thing is, she's been riding in Beemers and Mercs since the day she ever breathed air! never known the interiors of any other car. she's sent to school in a Beemer. and she asks me what a Beemer is, the one who had rode in a Peugeot in the early 90s, a Honda mid-90s, and now rides in an Audi. roite~

short attention spans. i demand attention. because i believe i deserve it. hello? are u there? you've been distant these past weeks. where've you gone to? hello?