The metaphor of a wild goose was to describe my excitement for my recent freedom. I can hear the crowds cheering- oh wait, they're cheering for the darn World Cup thing but nevertheless, I can hear the angel's choir and the light where I could simply skip with glee and jump around like an overweight cupid in nothing more that a white cloth draped over my body.
It is weird to say that but perhaps it is the crazy of freedom talking. Ah, having endless outings and late mornings till the end of the month is reassuring and comforting to the heart. However, in every parade, a storm does visit and I know, that's not a real idiom. The cloud in my sky that could very well piss my perfectionist mind off is the fact where ONE miserable facial mask decided to ruin my week by somehow making my face popping with new red spots.
I would lose my mind if not for the following days of enjoyment awaiting for me. So a whole load of movies, sleepover, skating, shopping, movie, shopping, skating and shopping in that respective order is heading my way. Now to figure out what comes after the last session of shopping.
The first week of my new semester is going to be filled with the JETLAG period, I can assure you.
