i texted Halle if she'd mind moving our interview session to Old Capitol. i left for Which Wich after the two rendezvous i had in the morning. the cold weather seems to fight for its entrance in my bone that i couldn't afford a walk down to IMU. Halle's doing a paper on the burqa banning in France. figured i'd fit right in when Brittney asked if i'd consider being interviewed. i wrote about it last semester. "is there anything that you'd like me to include besides the interview?" well... and of course i went on ranting non-stop. i remember how thought-provoking it was when i resourced for the controversy. it was more intriguing to watch the debate between women who supported and opposed the ban.
i forgot though to follow on the progress*. the vote had it convinced that it will be enforced. the number of hand-raise when i asked the class if they know what burqa is, was not even half. the states really is the world huh. talk about smart americans.
what i should be doing right now is cramming my head with math because i've a midterm tomorrow. and another one the following day but what i really feel like doing is screaming at the top of my lungs. the anger i've had is not treating me any good. the realization of being under appreciated isn't fun. you cared too much, too much it's damaging you. it left you with a whole lot of sadness once you calm yourself down. i cared too much.
i needed home for some reason. so when Haziq called, it was godsent. he wasn't being much of a help with his work/girl talk but i laughed hysterically when he failed to impress a girl. it's Haziq we're speaking of here. the infamous playboy. the jock who has it all except of course a companion. he's too busy to kill me for this. traveling here and there signing god knows what agreement. haha. i'm sure he knows better that i'm beyond cynical with him. but yeah, a definite financial security you've there girls if you're looking for one.
shit. i've to study.
*French burqa ban clears last legal obstacle
