diary entry

dear...diary?

i woke up reluctantly after pressing the snooze button for what seems to be the umpteenth time when i suddenly realised that i was going to be so so late if i dont get my ass out of bed.
i had something to look forward to after class, a reward of sorts, one might say.

upon arriving in class, i was late, as usual. but im lucky because i didnt realy miss all that much. i quite enjoy probate. ive had someone ask me in disbelief before "probate? its so boring!"
no offence sir but i enjoy it thoroughly and if you take me as your pupil, ill handle all the probate cases that come your way.

sitting in class, i catch glimpses of what seems to be compressed notes. and i get worried. should i do that too? im quite unsure (and its a very wrong time to be unsure) because whenever i do mini notes, i dont get to finish everything on time. i dont know if i should be practicing questions or doing notes!
do i feel this way only because i see that it is what the others are doing?
or i should have more faith in my techniques and go for what works best for me?

felt sleepy in class, i really cant handle not having 8 hours of sleep.

but all the time, i told myself to be patient because ill be having lunch with the one person who makes me smile and feel all buttery inside lately. and because he has promised that he will be very good to me.

sigh. my rugby boy.
how i love you.

sometimes, things dont go as you plan it.
but its all in the way we deal with it, i suppose.