It’s a beautiful day.

It’s a beautiful day, and another term has begun on this very beautiful day. o.o

Do you know that feeling, that feeling when you can’t seem to give a shit about waking up and taking a bath and eating your petit-dejeuner? I doubt anyone does anyway. But do you know that feeling? That you just can’t stand the fact that you’re waking up early in the morning to go to school. Why do you even need to go to school anyway.

But once you reach school… do you ever get that feeling, that feeling when you see everyone’s smiling at the sight of everybody else; at the uniformity we achieve by wearing the same, horrible uniform, knowing that no one is alone in that very awkward and unglamorous fashion crisis.

I am sad and happy at the same time. Sad that challenge week has come to an end, sad that I haven’t gotten the chance to unwind, relax, and enjoy the beaches of Phuket, but happy to be back in the company of the people that I have left for a week.

“And yes, Jose, you look glamorous – like, totally” is what’s running on Jessica’s mind. d:

Headband courtesy of Danusha.

Physics test tomorrow on simple harmonic motion. DIE.