13.10

I wish this year wasn't so much different from the first one...
Never in my life have I thought that I'll miss... drawing!
Now drawing is rare. Very rare.
This semester has started bloody. Literally.
We finally work on organic material, but also work our hands to the bones trying to absorb all the material needed for tests...
There's none of the freshman's simplicity of studying: going to copying office and get materials.
Nope. We search through our 'bricks' struggling to find a needle in the hay stack. Well. A couple dozen of needles, but anyway. It's not easy not to get pricked.

3.10

Well...
It's already after Final Countdown,
It's time to Get the Party Started.
And since it's My Party, I'll cry if I want to.
And I'll probably Cry you a River,
because each of my new books is like Another Brick in the Wall.
Sooo... I'm probably Going Under, feel free to Bring Me Back To Life once in a while.
'Cause my future is still Unwritten.