writing

Hello. I decided to quit counselling. I found I was not cut out to be a counselor. I feel like...humm..., I, maybe, want to do something like a job that I can probe into other's privacy. I am fairly inquisitve.

I think there are tons of bloggers on the earth. I'm wondering how they find things to write on their blogs. Writing something is just painful for me. Listen. I have to write a ten-page critique for a class by next Monday. I've managed to write half a page. I could expand my half-page shit to ten pages by adding something empty. Ten-page..., it is colossal bullshit, isn't it? But, in the realm of social sciences, students who can mystify their ridiculously simple ideas by using pretentious big words are supposed to be good. Sadly, I'm not a brilliant storyteller.

Today I borrowed a topology book from a female student (26). It seems to be for non-experts. She has opened the topology book just once. She doesn't like smell of vinegar. Pretty much that's all I know about her.