Annoyance

I got back from Houston today.

It feels like I just got back from a vacation. Never in a million years will I thought a place like my HOUSE could be my escape. My sickness went away almost instantly the next day I woke up on my bed. I guess my dad was right, home is like a place for you to refill everything. Energy, happiness, hopes, and, of course, money. My mom just gives me $100 to $200 every two weeks. I need to learn to save money, not spending money.

Bus ride was quick from Houston to Austin. I was hoping it would be a little longer so I can enojy the peaceful feeling I have on the bus. It feels like the bus is a transit of my college life. From place to place, time to time. Bus is becoming my best friend without my realization. It will probably carry my memories around to places after I left UT. Still, it gives me time to relax or to just think about things I didn't want to think about for a while. As for my choice this ride back, I chose to spend my bus ride...napping. Well...I talked to Mary and found that she's a very emotional person. She went through a lot. Someone I can relate to other than Jennifer.

I am a simple, yet, somewhat complicated person. I found all my close friends around me to be...deep thinkers who act goofy all the time on the outside. I guess its the protective color thing that secure them from exposing too much feelings from unnecessary people. I do it too, all the time, I just don't like to mention it. Azhar hated it. But I think I am pretty open to him consider that I don't actually lie to him. I don't mention things to him, but when he asked, I won't deny.

School sucks, even for college. For all you high school people, don't think for a sec that college is better than high school...well the freedom part, maybe. But you know...its solely independent. That's not fair. some people do well even without parents' supervision. Maybe I am just not one of them. But then again, I don't do well either even when my dad got on my ass about school, so...yeah.

I need to do some studying now because someone seem to think that the fact that I got a 100 on the quiz was a joke...I need to prove him wrong. I hope he can realize that being at Duke doesn't mean other people are not working as hard as him. And that, being at UT, looking like I am not studying doesn't actually mean I am not studying. I always feel being looked down by him but seems like he is totally oblivious to it. I hope he realize it soon because its getting intolerable.

In any case...what was I planning to do? Oh yeah, I am going to study. Ok, I am going to study now. Maybe I will be back in like...well, whenever I feel the urge to get something out of my chest, then I will come back.

I still miss home, and I miss him, Azhar.