Oh lover, don't you roam

Wednesday, March 4

I hear the bells

They are like emeralds, and

Glints in the night

Commas and ampersands

Your moony face

So inaccessible

Your inner mind

So inexpressible

I can hear the bells

Are ringing joyful and triumphant, and

- I Hear The Bells, Mike Doughty

And here I thought, I was one of the most studious 20+ year old you would ever find. I missed my class today. Mind you, I had every strand of intention to attend this class. I woke up on time, showered, changed, made up, packed my bag even. Just before stepping out, I checked my timetable for the location and discovered, instead of at 1.30pm, my class was at 11.30am!! Gee, Val. Way to swing for your first week at school. And I have been depressed ever since. Thought maybe a cup of Robert Timms would cheer me up, but I think my depression stretches beyond any comfort an aromatic cup of coffee can give. :((( Missing class was never this hard.

I'm sticking my timetable on the wall infront of my desk. No more skipping/missing classes.

2:29 pm;