nonsense pt.5

Wednesday. 7:33 P.M. My room.

I just put my earphone on, just wanna know how it feels to write—type— while listening music through them. Its not that bad. But its not that good either.

I just finished reading All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven like, 10 minutes ago. It's such a loving and touching story. You should try to read it—If anybody really do read this entry.

I have my local languange subject tomorrow, and we are assign to do this project call, "introduce yourself to the class" thing. Its fun to watch my friends introducing themselves. Awkwardly, sheepishly, funnily and most of all, shyly.

We are comfortable with each other, everyone are fun to be with, some are not really friendlier, but they are good. Some are the type of 'quiet in school but badass outside'. Its surprisingly surprise—if such a word exist lol.

But really, they are fun. Watching them introducing themselves like we just know each other are fun, but when its your turn, you just wanna the floor swallow you in cause its so damn embarrassing. Its not my turn yet, but I know its mine tomorrow.

Where should I stand? In the middle? Near the teacher? How should I stand? Straightly? Or slightly bend down? What tone should I use? High? Medium? Or like a whisper? What should I do with my hands? Keep them behind me? Or hold them tight infront? Or just put them loosely?

That kind of thing keeps crossing my mind. And the most are, what should I say about my hobby? Cause I got too many hobbies.

-Fangirling (damn yes)
-Reading
-Listening
-Drawing
-Doodling
-Writing
-Collecting various kind of poems
-Staring at people (its weird i know)
-Photographing
-Singing
-Dancing
-Sleeping

Look, I got like more than 10 hobbies list down. But I think I will just go with reading and drawing...meh.

After all, this is not the reason why I write this entry.

"Just be careful with your heart." Kate to Finch in All the Bright Places.