Logic 100

I should be doing homework right now. 

Well, it's more of a take-home exam than homework. I am stressed. A little depressed. Beyond obsessed, with procrastinating the giggles out of this exam. 

I am so so afraid of cutting out the next chunk of this exam that I literally spent half an hour filming and refilming a cover of Fly Me to the Moon on my new kalimba. I was more interested in helping my little sister update her instagram penpalling uh, advertisement. I was more interested in slowly enjoying my wonton soup. 

And wayyyy more interested in hanging outside, in the dark, to pet my dog.

I am so afraid of looking at the exam. Because it's from one of my weakest classes.

I wouldn't be afraid if I was confident in it. 

Logic 100.

I am afraid of things I don't know. Or maybe I'm just... afraid of difficulty. What am I?

I freaking love this class, but right now, there are just so many holes in my knowledge that I left unplugged... it's going to be impossible to do well on this exam. 

sigh....

I know I know.. your girl Ngoc is better than an exam. I am. But I'm also better than leaving myself so war-beaten, so happy-go-lucky as to end up here. In this tight spot. 

HAHAHAHA IM BLOGGING INSTEAD OF EXAMMING.

EXAMMING.

IM. A. JOKE. right. nOw. 

Is this panic? Is this delirium?

I suddenly have a huge urge to learn the Pirates of the Caribbean theme song on the kalimba. It's 12:08 AM. 

you know what. I'm just. going to panic-open-books right now.

thank you for making it this far.

the most random not-so-random thought came to my head. 

i haven't seen the guy over a year, but daanish, you are seriously cute. no offense.

My knee is much better too! I jogged for the first time this past Tuesday. In... the past 9 months, my first time jogging. 

IT WAS. AWKWARD. A LITTLE PAINFUL.

But. Beautiful. 

amazing. breath-taking. breath-taking because I haven't jogged for 4 minutes straight for the past 9 months.

breath-taking because i was so focused on no funny business, no falling, staring at my feet, at my knees, in distrust.

I don't trust my left knee yet. 

I'm sorry Left Knee. I love you so much. I can't believe you made it this far Left Knee.

Oh ye Left Knee. Puffy after a long walk. Puffy after one-legged squats. Puffy after PT. 

But never not cute or a beaut are you Left Knee.

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IMMAMA GO DO MY TESTY TEST. <3 I WUV MY LIFE.

YES, IM 20. YES, IM HAPPY. YES, I WROTE LEFT KNEE POETRY.