I carelessly, stupidly tanked my exam today, but during the post-exam dinner, I got a lot of hugs from my classmates. And that's awesome. I think it's been months since I came back to school that I've received a full hug. Again, awesome.

Then my mom told me that there's an explosion in my brother's plant yesterday. Luckily, there's no casualty since it wasn't the alcohol tank that exploded. But it didn't mean my hands weren't shaking when I wrote this down. Didn't mean that my heart didn't stop beating for a nanosecond. Didn't mean that I didn't suddenly realize how intimidating this distance really was.

I'm on my own.

I'm never the good student.

I major in procrastination with a minor in daydreaming and time-wasting.

My friends said I might have an ADD. I don't think so. I can concentrate and write excellent papers, thank you. It's just that I get bored easily. Now I find something that is more interesting than my major. (Is it a sign that says my major isn't my passion? I don't know.

The bottom line: I still don't know what I want.

I think I need professional help.

*sigh*

From a visit to a clock store.