I hate it when people enter an elevator right after smoking and all the smoke smell still clings onto their clothes, hair, body, mouth, etc..you get the point. Other people in the elevator, especially the non-smokers, are the ones who actually suffer. Even though it isn't exactly passive smoking, but being cramped within the confines of 4 small walls for half a minute while the smell of cigarette smoke lingers in the air and overwhelms whatever 'fresh' air there is, is bad enough. Once I entered the elevator at my house, the whole elevator stank of cigarette smoke, and it isn't the kind of stale cigarette smoke smell, but rather, it smelt as though the guy who came out of the elevator, was smoking right there inside. It was totally repugnant and I was practically suffocating all the way up. Thank God I live on the fourth floor, otherwise I would have died from holding my breath.
Here marks the end of another crazy week at school. I really ought to start being nerdy and hardworking and bury my nose...no, make that face, perpetually in a book or in my school work. I feel like I'm being buried under a whole mountain of school projects and assignments. I really have to start digging my way out of it. Don't know why, but lately I've been so attuned to sleeping that I can sleep anytime, so long as I close my eyes for twenty minutes, I'd be asleep. And even sleeping 3 hours in the late afternoon does not help keep me awake at night to do my work. I'd feel strangely drawn to my bed and be out like a light within a minute. Maybe I ought to shift my bed out of my room. Haha. Or I can shift myself out of my room and start doing my work at the dining table. But having the kind of imagination that I've cultivated from years and years of horror stories and movies, staying away from the comforts of my room in the wee hours of the morning tends to be quite a creepy task as I'll start imagining alot of stuff. Being in an arts school doesn't help either because it gives one a more visual imagination. The years of horror stories, horror movies, etc, is starting to take its toll. Hahaha. Or the fact that my grandma passed away recently at home doesn't help either. Whatever the case may be, I'm staying put in my room. I'll just have to resist the magnetic pull of my bed. Which isn't working because I'm steadily getting sleepier as more of my body comes into contact with the bed. Goodnight world!