Fried Brains.

It always kills me a little bit inside
when my bacon doesn't turn out to be it's original size.

Weeks, Days, Hours, Minutes

spending several available moments of mine

trying to develop some quality one-on-one 

which one of my least favorite subjects. 

Didn't

turn out as well as i planned our relationship would be.

(U)

It's been a rough month. 

Midterms.

Assignments.

You.

As much as I'm trying to make this roller coaster

run on a much preferred speed,

I should probably just be enjoying the ride. 

I never really thought I had high IQ

or in fact inherited Asian-Intelligence genes.

I really shouldn't be 

too 

surprised. 

Meanwhile 

I will convince myself doodling everywhere

(with lacking math equations)

seems like a potential factor that I could be the next

Da Vinci.

JOKE. 

Why so serious?

SMRT,
in all the wrong areas,
all the wrong ways. 

I'll let you go.

In a while,

You and I,

we won't know.

What hit us. 

Sinking deeper
into the bottom
of Autumn. 

I smell winter.

Which means,

LESS FRECKLES ON MARZIE'S CHEEKS!

(YAY)