011213 thoughts and realizations:

• I don't think I will ever ever ever say mean things about Kyungsoo. Happy Birthday to my little munchkin <3
• No matter how hard I studied for Chemistry, I still felt like burning my exam paper and sending its ashes to the deepest, darkest pits of Tartarus this morning because I didn't get to finish answering a portion of it because the exam was so damn hard and I was so damn tired of everything and I just wanted the damn thing over with.
• EXAMS ARE DONE. I'M STILL ALIVE BUT I'M BARELY BREATHING OMG

• This morning, I walked on my own to the bus stop before the sun rose to wake the world from its slumber and the air had the lingering scent of rain on damp earth and the streets were empty except for stray puddles and the wind was whispering sweet nothings to my ear and everything felt so incredibly peaceful I've made up my mind that I'm going to take early morning walks more often.
• I love walking. I walk my dog every chance I get and sometimes, I take walks by myself after dinner while listening to soft pastel music just to clear my head from things and embrace the evening cold that likes to cling to my body like a second skin.
• I also walked home today from the same bus stop. It was drizzling and I had forgotten my cardigan at school and the streets were still empty though it was 5pm and our neighbor's dog followed me home from the plaza.

• Mini-adventures with my best friend, Joy, never fails to make me think, "Ah, today was a good day."
• I made her walk from McDonald's (where we had lunch) to the Korean mini mart (where we sort of just sat around drinking banana milk) to Terra Dolce (where we had our cotillion practice).  'Twas fun.
• Splurging on banana milk is always an option. Satisfying my needs is essential.
• Next time I order ice-cream from McDonald's, I'm going to make sure I ask for two spoons so that when I'm no longer in McDo and I happen to drop my first spoon,  I still have my second spoon to use. Half-eaten Oreo Overload Mcflurry is sad to look at.

• Sometimes I eat poems for breakfast and when I say the lines, the words taste delicious on my tongue.