Applications. To here, to there, oh down there, over up there and everywhere. I've come to despise the A4 papers with square boxes and blank spaces left for amature signatures. Half of the senior year rushed by so fast and slipping into the second half is drowing within forms and applications and requirements to be filled. 

I think it was about a week or two ago that it finally hit me that this year I would become of the legal age - what difference does it make? Besides the rights I'm not going to use and expectations I'm not going to fullfill.

I'm not sure where I'd get in. Hopefully here but the chances of that isn't too high. Saskatchewan, maybe? Probably Vic? 

Next sem is going to be living hell. re-taking courses to bump up marks high enough to cushion for the falling ones. Calculus is ugh. The one course that makes me despise numbers and letters. I heard chem isn't too bad, it's time to pull on my mom's legs. Diplomas are one thing and collegiate exams are another. Hard and harder. 

Teachers are funny. I'm happy with them. Comfortable even. I do regret switching from Cal sem to full year. Anyway, school is hectic. 

Outside school, life's been decent. Oh, yesterday there was this get together at aunty's. The kids were there - the curly haired dancer, the angel voiced singer (not to be confused with the dark skinned goddess of a singer Sr.), the weird do-not-know-how-to-lungi guy, the decent friend of dark-skinned goddess of a singer Sr. And of course, Baby kwon and Big bro. We prank called people and played a fairly not-so-funny truth or dare. Karaoke in the basement was a hit. The chicken biriyani asked for an encore which I got later after everyone left. 

Surprisingly it was fun. I think they are planning another one later on march. You should come too. It'd be awkward with side glances, wandering eyes and mixed fragrance of longing but it'd be good. Even with the tension, there'd be a slight gust of familiarity. When I'm upstairs being my avocado self and you downstairs jamming it up to your ostrich swag-ness, the slight content of being at the same place at the same time. And those rare moments when seconds click slower as our gazes brush past each other, maybe lingering for a sharp intake of breath or two. I'd like that. Would you?

I should get to studying. Social midterm tomorrow. I have to prepare my BS-ing skills for the source analysis. 

I love you. 

-idiot.