Man oh man, I really hate waking up as early as I constantly seem to these days. I mean, eight a.m without an alarm? …WHAT THE FUCK

is going on?

Despite what you may be thinking, it’s not because I particularly loathe the morning or anything. I actually don’t mind the morning, in fact, I’ve been waking up with a bizarre hyperactive energy. I hate waking up so early because I frequently seem to enter this daily afternoon slump for a few hours. It usually occurs between 3 – 7pm. I evolve into this tired, slow, mess and productivity totally ceases. Oh well, I think the feeling is finally wearing off, while I’m forcing myself to type something in this wordpress box.

I ‘officially’ graduated yesterday, but I’ll muse more about that some other time. Perhaps tomorrow, probably not. Tomorrow shall be a surprisingly busy day for me, full of… *gasp* social events. I have a social life? Who knew? My social life hasn’t really peaked since 1998.

I told some creepy guy to STFU today. I was walking, or rather… stomping, silently, overwhelmed by anger, from my mother’s place of residence today. Last time I walked away from her house, some old creepy man from a bakery walked to the shop door and yelled, “hey baby” at me as I strolled past his store. I turned my head and glared at him quickly, before continuing to walk. This time, I was fucking pissed man, so as I walked past, he came out with his suggestive glances, and in the same creepy voice called out, “hello… how are you?”. I know that isn’t exactly a horrible thing to say, but his intentions were clear, so I turned to him, gave him the most vicious look my face could possibly create and said, “Maan, shut the FUCK up and stop talking to me!” I know, my choice of words, unbelievably unique, right? He looked stunned and I continued to walk away. I felt a little mean, but I’m sick of males thinking they’re allowed to just stare at me like that, without any respect at all, just because I happen to dress differently.

I met some random children on the way home who followed me down one of the streets. It was two young girls, the older girl proudly told me she was seven, they were sisters. During the short distance, they told me how much they liked my dress, shoes, bow and hair, haha, I wish adults in the area were so approving. The seven year old seemed stunned and shared that she’d never seen a girl like me, ever, before asking if I was a teenager. When I informed them that I was 21, they both paused, looked up at me and said, “woooooooooooow”. Ha, children, amused and amazed so easily.