So it ends. After more than an hour and a half of continuous babbling, it's finished. With sparks, man, with sparks. The goddess-queen of genetics thought I was good. So, I am done worrying about 50 percent of my grade in Molecular Bio. Now I can focus (or not) on other stuff, like Political Science paper, my Scribe contribution, my application for a gym membership, my column and other stuff.
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. I can't celebrate that because I don't have a girlfriend.
It's annoying that there are these couples that go around pestering single people, exchanging saliva with each other in your face. It's like shoving the fact in your brain that you don't have a girlfriend and you need to get one but you can't because the ones you like are already taken and others are just out of your league.
You know what, boobs are not enough for a relationship. Seriously, 9Gag. It may be important, but it's all that there is. I'm not that handsome so I may have no right to do these kinds of screenings but I dunno, I just don't want to use up my time on something...unstable.
Sure, it's nice to have a girlfriend. There are a lot of scenarios in my mind about what it would be like to have a girl that I really love and a girl that really loves me. Sometimes, I even think I should just go out there and look for one and then just go out with her and break up when it doesn't work.
By just writing that....
Won't hurt that much this time, right?