My planner is the perfect stress-giver. That I knew a exactly a week ago when hell week started. Boo.
Today, I’m trying to look for a perfect weekend to catch up some good music with friends and drinks. Until I realized I’m full till the middle of February. And I’m sure, before next week is over, things will pop up out of the blue and fill my schedule.
What a life.
It’s fun, actually.
It’s just that when Daryl called on for a toast today, he’s holding beer and I have cold coffee. I palpitated after because I tried to finish the can thinking it was beer.
Mind over matter, he says. Makes me think that I can do it. Mind over matter.
..Or the five reasons why studying makes me less of a princess.
1. A princess’ education focuses on etiquette and grooming, most especially on which fork to use to eat a Mediterranean salad. College doesn’t teach you that. However, it taught me not to chew my food to be able to finish within the 10-minute break (excluding walking).
2. A princess should have almond eyes, smooth skin and a healthy body. School gave me eye bags and made me eat Clover Chips at three in the morning.
3. A princess, when in distress, cries and waits for her prince charming to rescue her. A college student, when in distress, cries, eats ice cream (Violation of No. 2!) and study again.
4. A princess, during her free time (those times when she’s not studying French or attending parties or taking a bath or playing with her dog), looks out the window, sings love songs and waits for her prince charming to arrive (maybe on a horse). During my free time, oh, what free time?
5. A princess believes all the lessons she got from the Princess Training Program. School told me that these stereotypes could be broken, and we can make our own norm.
Post brought to you by Clover Chips, and a gazillion web pages of princess merchandise. Sadly, I can’t buy them because I’m epic poor.