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have a anchor.

It's because I lose things easily (by no fault of mine, usually) that I get possesive over them. It probably started when I was 3 and lost my blanket for a couple of days and nearly threw a crying fit for the time that it was lost. I have this, fear of losing things. Of being left behind when things just move on.

Which is why, I can get irrationally annoyed when I see certain people take same modules as me. It's a personal prejudice I can't get rid of but Literature is a sacred thing to me. It's kept me alive since I can remember and to see it being encroached upon makes me go haywire. Yes, I'm being an elitist bastard here but this is how I really feel. The only thing I can do to make me feel better is to hope that these "certain people" aren't really the cotton-wool heads that I know them for. Prove me wrong, I want you to prove me wrong. Show me that you actually have some fodder in your brain, and not beautiful wisps of air.

I am an irrational person. I know it too well, but my irrationality prevents me from making any... improvements. Not that I actually want to. It's a microcosm over my overall attitude towards things. Having so many things being taken away from me, I usually exert this insane death grip on whatever I have at the moment.

In a brochure, my possessiveness would probably be written off as "a strong devotion and appreciation". Funny how we can twist words to our own uses. I like words.

I need to buy my Lit texts. I want to feel paper under my fingers once again. Smell that sometimes musty smell of old books and slightly decomposing paper. I feel pumped up for this semester - it might be a Sem 1 thing, but who cares - because I've got awesome classes and exponentially wonderful coursemates (hello World's Best Roomies and superoldgranny). Seriously, World's Best Roomies shall be drinking during our breaks - how awesome is that? I will become a beer keg, but a very happy beer keg.

Headed down to school (now that I picture the geography in my head, I'm really actualy headed "down") to use the Macs. Seriously, the Mac Lab will be my new hangout next semester. Screw Chatterbox, I shall make the Mac Lab my home! Tinkered around wtih the banners I needed to fix up for the website - procrastinator to the EXTREME here - and then went for lunch with the World's Best Roomies (WBR).

And then, afternoon beer.

How awesome is that? I forsee a really great semester ahead. I found drinking buddies. I think I'm going to start going to school and staying in school more often.

(Note: I downed like 1.5 cans of beer - the 0.5 was shared between Jas, J and me - and got like an endorphin rush. Alcohol makes me happy - and er, horribly emo but let's ignore that point - but alcohol with friends makes me even happier. Yah lah Jasmeet, shut up lahhhh I know what you're thinking)

Have to go pack my room and unpack my packages (hurrah for more Figma!). Tomorrow evening will be spent trying to convince the EML people that I really love 8-bit music and that I'd rather do 8-bit than er, techno. Electronica is still okay. No techno. If there's any difference. I have an aversion to most techno. 8-bit ftw! I'm so wearing my black Video Games shirt! Maybe I should go down earlier so I can hang out at the Mac Labs again.

....... I AM TURNING INTO A NERD.

fuck I shouldn't do this to myself.

I was clicking around my friends-lists, and then I scrolled down.

Fuck, I really should delete those entries. The entries where I wax lyrical in a time where I was stupidly happy. So stupidly, easily happy. How could I have been so happy and not realize that everything was fucking up right in front of me?

Rhetorical question.