i know i've got alot of things to write about here. namely, trip to the zoo and bangkok. but i'm lazy. and tired of advertising class. the group is killing me. perfection was never something i strive for. i might be in the wrong team. i will never understand the euphoria of grades. letters and numbers will never satisfy me. it's just a temporary yay. if i do badly, it's because i suck. all i'm worried is getting to the end. when all is done, will i have enough good to let me through.
for now, i keep thinking to myself..
i would fit perfectly in 1960's woodstock.
fyi: i promise tons of photos and commentary.