Disorganized Harmony

I'm on my phone, in the dormitory, wandering about the lobby, looking for things to do that will benefit me academically.

So far I read and finished a chic flick book for four hours straight, and I watched two episodes of some korean soap opera until after 6:30pm. And now it's 7:17pm and what am I doing?
Blogging.
In front of the telly no less.

I am a wreck.

I am never in the mood to study, constantly thinking about that boy, about that girl, about that exam and what other worries I have in my silly mind. And to make things worse, I am sick.

In a few minutes I will stare at the stars outside and admire the vastness of disorganized harmony of which they have been placed. And when I get home, I shall continue with my painting.

Really looking forward to meeting someone like how Kate met William in London in the book "Have Glass Slippers, Will Travel".

But what am I thinking?

Calling me a hopeless romantic is the understatement of the year, and the year hasn't even started yet, really.

So with luck, I will succeed with my efforts to get out of here and reach my dreams, wherever my efforts shall take me.