I hate waiting. And right now, I seem to be waiting for a lot more things than I usually do. At the forefront of it, I am waiting for school to be mean and crash into me again with no regard for my feelings. I’m not ungrateful, but they will never give me enough break.
I am drinking some green tea gingerale that Canada Dry has recently put in stores. (Thanks, dearest. =D) It’s interesting, in a good way. I think it’s the best on the first taste. I still like the green and red tea drinks they have in China. They’re surprisingly good, and the office I was in was stalked full of a myriad of them – all for the taking.
Camus, curse you for writing boring books that I must read.
One day I will post an entry that doesn’t have a sporadic flow.
Whoops, I posted in the wrong section.
I’m glad you like the drink. I did too, until it was poisoned! Kidding.
Also, you’re reading The Outsider, right? Or uh L’Etranger? I’m reading that book right now hahaha. Out of interest. In english…