The Long Lost Word
Hello. The long lost word is hello.
It's been more than three months since I got lazy and quit writing. Haha. Much has changed.
My attachment with the FOE just ended (with me not renewing my contract due to personal reasons) so I'm back to being a jobless adult living in my parents' house.
I say just ended, when in fact it's been almost two weeks of rolling on the floor of my bedroom.
My daily activities now no longer include the half an hour commute to campus, or having to nervously wave at colleagues horrified at the sight of me brushing my teeth at the bathroom sink every day after lunch. I also have less laundry to do.
Now it's just me, my sketchbook, and the Caped Crusader reruns playing on my giant electron tube television set. All day, every day. Oh yeah baby!
Okay, sorry, Batman and Robin jogging? NOT what's been playing on my tv. This is:
There. Much better.
I also got a haircut. Come to think of it, got a haircut would not be the best way to describe the events that transpired. It was actually just me attacking my head with a pair of scissors in the middle of the night fueled by absolute hatred at how my hair was covering up my pretty face.
I should have left them scissors alone. Needless to say I was not so happy with the end results, hence no picture here. Just goes to show what madness at two in the morning can do to a person.
I don't really look like Crazy Harry. The insane world destruction vibe yes. The eyes maybe. The weird gangly arms possibly. The hair... nah, a little longer. But the teeth DEFINITELY NOT.
I have braces on now.
It's been more than three months since I got lazy and quit writing. Haha. Much has changed.
My attachment with the FOE just ended (with me not renewing my contract due to personal reasons) so I'm back to being a jobless adult living in my parents' house.
I say just ended, when in fact it's been almost two weeks of rolling on the floor of my bedroom.
My daily activities now no longer include the half an hour commute to campus, or having to nervously wave at colleagues horrified at the sight of me brushing my teeth at the bathroom sink every day after lunch. I also have less laundry to do.
Now it's just me, my sketchbook, and the Caped Crusader reruns playing on my giant electron tube television set. All day, every day. Oh yeah baby!
Okay, sorry, Batman and Robin jogging? NOT what's been playing on my tv. This is:
There. Much better.
I also got a haircut. Come to think of it, got a haircut would not be the best way to describe the events that transpired. It was actually just me attacking my head with a pair of scissors in the middle of the night fueled by absolute hatred at how my hair was covering up my pretty face.
I should have left them scissors alone. Needless to say I was not so happy with the end results, hence no picture here. Just goes to show what madness at two in the morning can do to a person.
I don't really look like Crazy Harry. The insane world destruction vibe yes. The eyes maybe. The weird gangly arms possibly. The hair... nah, a little longer. But the teeth DEFINITELY NOT.
I have braces on now.
