Sarcasm and nineteen

Now that Uni has started, all I do is go to classes, and sleep. I have never done those things together, maybe one of these days I will. I gotta remember to take my pillow and eye mask to class next time.

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I have also become fluent in sarcasm, and I sense that it hardly works because most people I frequent with doesn’t usually get it, so I come out as a rude and heartless bitch. Story of my life! Between the too many classes, and trips to library, and calling the birthday boys asking them to treat us *whee*, and the too much sleeping, I hardly have time for anything else. I so need to bring my sleeping routine back together, or I am getting into trouble again, which seems to follow me. Also this semester, I’m doing this thing of working with different people, so I’m never in the same group with the same people. My classmates might have a bit of a problem with this, (YES I AM TALKING ABOUT YOU, THE POWERPUFF BOYS!) but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

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I’m also getting sad about the fact that I’m no longer going to be a teenager. >.< I can’t rebel anymore, I can’t blame changing my mind too often as a teenage thing, and I can’t do the whole teenage dream thing that Katy speaks of. The thought of becoming a twenties girl is making me nervous, and scared. Why can’t I be nineteen forever? Nineteen is a perfect age. You should totally hear my speech about how nineteen is the best age ever! *sigh* On other news, I have five books that I’ve started reading, but not finished, and one that I haven’t even started. The bookworm in me is slightly irritated at myself. MUST FIND TIME SOON!

Have a great day lovely people who are so kind enough to read my whining about getting old.