STD: Stressed, Together with Distress

It has been almost two months since my last entry. The funny thing is that my last entry was like I had a break from nerve-racking stuffs, which is something that I badly needed to have now.

So here goes another rant entry.

So much stress my thesis has caused me. We were a group of eight, but it seemed that most of the jobs are left on me. I had lots of overnights due to this thesis, and some of my uncooperative group mates just made it a sleep over. I look really exhausted and worn out. I forgot most of my responsibilities because of this damn thesis, and my mother is enraged because I can’t help in this house like I used to.

It is not only that thesis that bothers me.

Believe it or not, I do have a doppelganger! And I always see her whenever I have a class. She imitates the way I act, my expressions, and even my atrocious attitude. What a pitiful creature she is. Miss Copycat’s case is pretty hopeless since we talked to her about what she is doing and her attitude for several times but to no avail she still hasn’t done anything about the matter. She did change, but for the worse!

Two of my college friends disturb me. The water is now clear, but it got even harder to tread. I need to stay away from the both of you, it isn’t healthy anymore. We had lots of it; it’s time to take a break from it now.

The table has now turned between me and an old friend. He used to send me messages from time to time, call me whenever he liked, and ask me out for lunch. But now, everything change, I’m the one who is seeking for his help, send him messages, and call him. We both had sinned to each other from the past, but it appears that what I committed was graver than what he did. Though in reality, what he did was dire, and what I did was just simple.

*Sigh*

Ok, enough with ranting.

I can’t get over Alanis Morisette’s Ironic. This isn’t just a simple last song syndrome. The song is a big ouch for me for whatever reasons it maybe.

A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic, don't you think?
A little too ironic and yeah I really do think

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought it figures