So I’m taking a break before going out for stuff later. My room is still cluttered, but it’s generally less chaotic than it was a couple of days ago. After all those exams, I feel really lazy and stuff, kind of like how cough syrup makes me woozy. Yeah, it’s kind of that feeling.
There are actually a couple of other things still on my plate before we leave for Beijing, but yeah, my motivation levels are pretty low right now, and all I feel like doing is curling up to sleep or loafing around, writing on the walls and floor, or anywhere, really.
I don’t even feel like exploring today. I’ll save my exploration energy for China, then, I guess. It should be nice and fun there. And foodventures sound great there. I’m really excited—and that’s an understatement. At the very least, the trip should be interesting, and at the most… well, I’ll have to see.
On another note, my siblings brought up the topic of love languages a few days ago, so I took the online test got this. Kind of interesting. It does cater to my sentimentalist mindset, so I would have to agree with it. When I don’t get to be with good friends very often, I start missing them like a phantom limb.
And, well, there was another test, so I decided to take it. The Language of Apologies—and I apparently like sincere apologies with some assurance of improvement in the future. It’s kind of ironic, because I’m very stubborn and unstable when it comes to my own shortcomings.
Or wait, how does instability fit in?
I don’t know, but it makes sense. Somehow.
In any case, China looms. It’ll be six weeks of fun-filled adventure with… over sixty other dudes my age. Err… my awkwardness will make for good humour. There’s a hopeful thought. I am really looking forward to it.
But later, there is a party. How much I cringe at the thought of cheap party drinks. Shall I bring wine, perhaps?
Oh, but finally, some quality time with my peers.