Teacup.

I’m going to start a new category that contains my “raw thoughts”. I sit down here and have to think of what to type. But during the day, I’m ranting and venting my frustrations non-stop. So lately, whenever I can, I take out my little notebook and start pouring out my frustrations in it. To start off today…[I was in a calm mood thus not much angst.]

On the train, on my way to see Monet and the Impressionists art gallery.

Let’s talk about what’s in my bag. Right now, I’m on my way to see Monet and the Impressionist art gallery.

So, I’ve got this book and the pen. Otherwise I wouldn’t even be writing this. My headphones and phone. So I can look cool and awesome, obviously. The cola flavored Chuppa Chupps. That’s the only lollipop I eat and one of the rare sugar items I can’t resist. Two packs of chewing gum.

About four years ago when I shifted school, I took up chewing gum. I hated the school, my class, I refused to participate in anything. I was really stressed. So I took up that habit of chewing gum. I went through about a pack every 2-3 days. I’ve kicked the habit now because it gives me a stomach ache lately. So yes, that’s my chewing gum story.

Wallet obviously. Otherwise, I think I would have been kicked off the train. Tissue pack. Rarely used stick of lip balm. I’m really trying to regularly use it. But it’s hard. My Tamagotchi.

Yes ladies and gentlemen. I’m 19 and I own a Tamatgotchi. Get over it.

My spectacles in it’s awesome “GUESS” casing. It makes me look much more professional. Hey, I didn’t say it. All my friends said that to me when I first got it. It cost, I think $750. Quite a dent in the bank balance. Oh wait, I didn’t pay for it. My parents did. I’m getting my new frame fixed soon. It’s so awesome and futuristic-looking. It’s neon-orange and black. Half-frames. Sexy.

I think I’m arriving at the station. Time to cut short. Sorry, I don’t have any makeup crap in my bag. For serious. Ciao.

Of course very minor editing occured. But I kept to about 99% of what I wrote. Now I read back on it, I sound really…childish. On another note, I remind you that this is tame, mild. I still got two more earlier entries. They’re quite…angsty. Who knew a 19-year-old still have all these angsts pent up?