New semester of course means new schedule. And I hate it. Who wouldn't if it means going to school for six straight days? As if I could actually do something about it, how I wish. Only thing I like about it is I won't have to force myself out of bed early.

New semester...new hair? Yeah.
I really chopped it off this time. I've been meaning to have my hair short since last year, and I've been cutting it short gradually. But now I just felt, this is it. I needed some drastic change in my life to fill in an empty space that has been building quite some time now. It's been too quiet lately. The same thing, everyday. I'm sick of it. Cutting my hair was just a start. I might do things that I feel would give me a rush, even if it means doing crazy things.

I just hate being idle.

Even if it is a simple waiting for the next class, I dislike waiting, doing nothing. Idleness. I hate that word. What is it with waiting? You're just there, not moving. It might be that it gives me time to think about things that really shouldn't be thought about. Or it might also be a moment that gives you hope in having something that you've wanted. Or it also might just be that you've got nothing to do.

I hate waiting. But that's all I've been doing.

A frustration in waiting for something I don't know gives fuel to my impulsive nature. Hence, I've been doing everything that will make me move until the time of waiting is over. Whether it be cuting my hair short, wearing a really short skirt, or volunteering for whatever interests me; as long as it keeps me going, I'll keep doing it. And a lot more.