I hate my life

This has nothing to do with the title. The title is just an impulse.

Today was graduation for the seniors and they weren’t so lucky with the weather. It threatened to rain since the afternoon and it finally did just when they came out of the hall. Funny thing is when I drove into the compound the rain started to get heavier than it was when I was outside. It’s as though the clouds were looming above the place and the place only. I was lucky to find a parking space and carrying bags of soft toys in one hand and the umbrella in another, I walked towards the hall. It was so crowded I wouldn’t even know if Brad Pitt walked pass. Not like I think he’s cute. I used to think he’s cute. Not anymore.

Ok back to the topic. It was such a chaos there I couldn’t find the people I was looking for. Never in my 2 ½ years of time spent studying there have I walked so many rounds around the hall and back. Ok I don’t even know how to arrange the words. You know what I mean right? And the thing is I didn’t even complain. Hmm…

I don’t even know how to describe this. I couldn’t get any of them on the cell so I was just walking around aimlessly, squinting my eyes in the process, trying to scan through every face wearing a graduation hat. And the droplets of sweat forming below my eyes weren’t helping. It made my already blur vision blurrier. You know what else didn’t help? Walking around the wet ground in a 2 ½ inches wedge sandals, wet wedge sandals, with the bottom of my jeans and my NEW handbag soaked in water and sweat respectively (heh), and my bra hanging on for its dear life. I can’t believe I just told you that. Finally after more than an hour I managed to catch all of them. My job is done!

People are making graduation such a big deal. I don’t really see why. But when that day comes I know I’d be happy too. I’d be super duper happy even before it comes. I can see myself celebrating right after the last exam paper. But let’s not go into that. I know it’s going to be a momentary thing and if I start describing it, I’ll have to move on to the not so happy parts eventually. Delete!

You know what? I don’t even know what to say. It’s Sunday night. I hate my life and I’m not going to start telling you about it. Maybe tomorrow.