Simple Pleasures Of Life

A week had sailed since i last saw campus. The pages flipped sweepingly before my very eyes. Time flies when you are having fun. My holiday was well spent. I pledged to stay at home for at least twelve hours today. With a pinch of salt i had declined my brother's invitation to the beach this afternoon. It was not easy. A herculean task by itself with a huge weight on my shoulders. Hearing the waves crashed the shore and the wind bellowing in the background when i called to check on him made my heart skipped a beat. I missed the sea on my back and the sands beneath my sized eight feet.

I had been out for most days of the week and neglected my resposibilities indoor. I make such a sloppy occupant. My room is in a mess. There are chores crying for my attention with so many things to do in so little time. It is pouring outside and the cool atmospheric conditions make staying much more enduring and enticing. Murky and morose. When the urge arises to step foot outside there will be nothing much to don. My favourite clothes are not ironed yet. Sometimes it is hard being independant. Not that i am complaining. In fact i am relishing every moment of it. Total freedom is bliss.

I hate it when i reached my maximum sms limit. That is one area i can never exercise prudence. There was accounting class this afternoon and i waved as if i watched it passed me by. I would probably be embarking on my powerpoint project later. If i am feeling effervescent i might even write notes for my modules. Nothing much to watch on the boob tube anyway. Tuesdays stink. I was in the bus on my way for my practical yesterday and along boarded what i called the epitome of beauty and elegance, despite wearing pink. Silly colour. She was HOT. I hope to see her at the driving centre again.