bad! bad! wall

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when I accidentally bang my head against the wall please do not treat me like a five year old child. I had no idea why *Gallant had to actually *coo me words of comfort and offer to bang his head in return on that "nasty surface". I think he was short of hitting the said surface and scolding it bad! bad!.

*chuckles*

It all happened when we were to have our quick goodbye hug after lunch yesterday (and I'm too free right now, just reminiscing what happened yesterday when the essay is barely finished) and I accidentally banged by head against the wall. The bang was sharp and painful that tears smirked out of my eyes (Niagara falls). Yet I was laughing for being silly and careless (and the pain!) and even harder because of his serious yet childish antics to make me feel better.

I'm so relieved I managed an *aye minus on my guerrilla war paper. You know, the 5000 word long one on the subject of international relations (a foreign area to me)? The lecturer commented that it was an impressive essay for its originality and essay organisation (being a neat/organized freak pays off, somehow). More impressive, I must say is how I managed to write a paper on guerrilla war, without a single mention of any physical, actual guerrilla wars. I just went on and on about the philosophy and strategy of guerrilla wars, being the girl that I am. Otherwise, he would have given me the *aye.

I really wished I was able to provide empirical cases. I was just unsure about the examples and if anything contrary happened in that case that would prove my philosophical arguments contrary. *Sigh.

Well, more lucky than impressive, then. I better not try to take chances like this again.