I don't even know why I'm here.This is ridiculous. I can't believe I pulled through an entire day of Chemistry lectures, including the Biomolecules quiz 2, and still await the CSAS tutorial at 4pm. CSAS has always seemed a waste of time to me, even though it's true that some of the skills are used in daily life. Surely there's no need to study in detail and, heaven forbid, teach the subject?
No wonder our CSAS teacher is a little crazy.
I actually came through the morning all right, after having gotten about 7 hours of sleep and a good wholemeal ham-egg-and-cheese sandwich for breakfast. I absorbed the lectures and secretly enjoyed them a little bit, heh.
It rained quite heavily several hours ago, the shower posed as a comforting veil between the world outside and I. I like the rain. I like water. Perhaps that's the medium in which I want to die?
A lot of my stories involve large bodies of water. For example, there's this deaf man who was depressed at a party, sick and tired of not being able to hear sounds and people when they talk. He is alone at the poolside, and slowly begins taking off his shoes and socks. Then, he slips into the water and opens his eyes, gazing at the world from beneath the surface. He lets out a laugh, and then stops. He realises that he can hear his own laughter underwater, so he continues, laughing with the simplistic pleasure of being able to hear, until he drowns, a smile painted on his lips.
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