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To be honest, I feel self-conscious blogging for my faceless audience out there. You’re anonymous, silent, and judging, while I sit here typing about my feelings and the thoughts that I usually keep quiet about. I end up questioning the words I write, always wondering if I bored someone or made some heinous grammar mistake that will haunt me for an Internet-age eternity.
As a matter of fact, what am I supposed to talk about? My day?
I don’t know. I always felt like these fancy “blog” things were diaries for the exhibitionists. Frankly, I have nothing interesting to exhibit—nothing worth being immortalized in this pseudo-diary of mine.
So here’s the story of my day:
I woke up groggy after staying up until 2:30 for my econ project + my calc final. Since that particular final was 2nd period that morning, I needed to stay the fuck up during my test in spite of my sleep deprivation.
Sadly, I was out of energy drinks. I compensated by eating a packet of Nescafe instant coffee that was packed with pure, concentrated coffee and sugar. Disgusting? No, it was delicious.
Now that I think about it, I want to end this post here with that particular message. It’s important to understand that you don’t dilute your packets of instant-coffee with water; eat them like they’re PixyStix for grown-ups. You’ll thank me later.
