Nike Shoes anyone?

Because someone tried to buy shoes with my money while I suffer through cheap shoes.

You wait while I go find myself a nice pair of nike running shoes.

Ps: PNC gave me back my money. =) I love my bank.

Credit Card Fraud

So this is what it feels like. . . I really don't have anyone to blame. I can't even say this will teach me a lesson, because I'm already paranoid. I've been careful with my debit card. I pay my phone bills and rent online. I buy textbooks and occasionally, I get a couple of birthday presents off amazon. I haven't bought anything since the beginning of the semester (textbooks). I guess I'm lucky I found out early (the money's not even gone through yet), but I guess it didn't really help much. The PNC customer service person told me there's nothing he can do about the money until I've lost it (a whooping $234) and they'll try to get it back for me. They've inactivated my credit card already and is going to get me a new one in about a week ($7.50 charge). I hope whoever stole what little money I have left in my account gets gnawed to death by chipmunks and squirrels.

Why me?

Gah.

I guess the saddest part of this is that I can't even learn from it.

This is infuriating.

Chocolate

Lots and lots of them.

On bread with peanut butter and a warm cup of tea.

With a highlighter and a book and. . . 

oh, what's the point. 

Look

Can you see the stars in the skies?

The tiny dots in the vast night sky,

They hide more in their blot than your entire life condensed into one,

See how they mock you with their light?

That bright happy dot in the dark,

They have more secrets kept than you ever will have heard,

Observe how they twinkle?

That little star that you wonder about at night,

They will never wonder about anything that has anything to do with you,

Look at the stars,

Stare all you want.

They will never stare back.

Breathe

Breathe through your nose,
remember that your lungs needs air,
Oxygen;
Breathe into your lungs,
all the way in
even though it hurts;
Forget about lies,
and tears,
Forget the pain,
Don't think of anything else
but remember
to Breathe.

I realize

That I'm angry most of the time here. I'm annoyed at my marks, which never seem to be as high as I hoped it would be. I'm pissed off at the people, because they're not as nice as I wished they would be. I am angry at myself, because I don't seem to be trying hard enough. I realize that I'm angry at a lot of things, but I rather not tell you about it. Because blogs are scary. and people read.

I would tell you all about what I've been up to lately, but the people who matter should've been exposed to a healthy dose of 'Amy crapping and keeping you up to date', So I won't bother. =) For those of you who're never online. Come online!

Here's a summarized version of my rant. I have a new friend and her name's Katie. I joined a book club, consisting of 6 women. I joined a game called Humans vs Zombies and wears an orange and green bandana and spends half of my days looking for brains to nom. I have a new friend and her name is Amna. I'm not going to Philly with her because I enjoy doing nothing more than I enjoy doing something. I have bought a total of 10 books so far. My textbooks are so expensive, by the time I graduate, I've probably spent enough of books to buy a kancil. I am trying to bake cookies. Shahril is nice and will eat anything. = ) Eventually (hopefully), the cookies will start tasting better so he (and Beatrice and Kelvin and whoever eats my cookies) won't have to suffer anymore. *insert tasty false bit of gossip here and sniggers to self*

Have I mentioned how much I miss Keren? = ( I miss Keren~ She bought me a dress. One day, I will wear that dress, even though it's 7 degrees Celsius outside. I will probably die after. But it will be worth it.

Sometimes

I wonder why I'm majoring in a subject I absolutely suck at.

Yes, it's fascinating.

and it makes me happy.

Then you make me sit for a test.

and remind me that I suck.

and I wonder.

Gah.

I have to stop writing in blobs.

Fragment sentences are bad.

I seem to have lost the ability to write in length about my life (what life?).