Saturday Nov. 9, 12 a.m

I actually wanted to write it two hours ago.

After watching an afternoon of thriller movies and commentary, I continued to eat and chat, watch videos, and take time to write some homework, just now I rushed to read an English essay (homework, of course).

Originally, I said that I would introduce our activities in detail after the party that day, but it turned out to be delayed again and again, either too busy, or I wanted to play with my mobile phone, until now it has been almost a full week.

Sometimes, people are like this, dragging and dragging and then losing their feelings. I'd like to document it, but it's too late, and we're going to see an art exhibition tomorrow (ha, another assignment) and I need to get some sleep.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, we finished watching the art exhibition and were on our way back to school. During this period, we took a lot of artistic crystallizations, and I also ended chatting with netizens for more than half a month.

Today is a day of anger and joy. angry, I missed the wrong time, missed a high-speed train, and I was angry; Fun, good food, and the company of a group of good roommates, it's a lot of fun.

Monday, November 11

At about half past two this morning, I was still struggling to make up the foundation.

Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration, for liking, people like something that does not belong to them and know that they can't force it; For rape, why don't rapists know not to force when they like someone who doesn't want to? What does it mean that TA is seducing you? It's just that you like him and take it by force! If a girl dresses a little more revealing for something, she is leading people to sin; So, in order to bloom their own brilliance, are flowers tempting to break branches?

Moreover, according to statistics, there are still a large number of victims who are dressed modestly, even including boys.

There is nothing wrong with beauty, it just depends on how people's hearts are.

Thursday, November 14

I decided to go home once this week, but today I found out that the marathon, which is mandatory for our school, will be held this week.

As you can see from this date, I am indeed a lazy cancer patient.

Actually, I don't think I'm writing a novel, I'm writing more like my diary, my diary of my discontinuous sex life.

When I was a child, in order to exercise my writing ability, my mother specially prepared a thick and large book for me and asked me to write a diary and write it every day. At that time, I was a little one, I loved to play and make trouble, how could I write a daily diary quietly? The most important thing to do every day is the date, the weather, and the ledger. Two weeks later, my mother gave up.

This year, I'm eighteen years old, just a freshman in college, and I'm back to random journal writing. The reason is a bit funny, I originally wanted to start in college and finish writing at least three novels that I had prepared, but as a result, God did not fulfill my wishes, I was automatically blocked by the website system。。。。。。 Nearly six years of hard work have been buried in the army waiting to be lifted.

It's been two months since the start of school, and I turned around and looked back, in addition to meeting some new friends and joining a few clubs, every day is either eating, sleeping, playing with mobile phones, or going to class, homework, and work tasks. I have done a lot of things, but my own improvement and progress are insignificant, and I can't find a positive feeling in my studies.

Some people say that "the post-00s generation is a scrapped generation", and I think from this point of view, this is probably what it looks like.

Every day is very busy, and I want to waste a little free time when I am busy. I can't remember my original dream, and I can't remember my future goals.

Saturday, November 16th, 0:00 a.m. sharp

Vacations are always short, and I slept for three or four hours in one afternoon and watched two movies on and off in a humble fit-in-fit. In the morning, I took my first professional orientation class, and it was the first time that I had a detailed understanding of my major. The teacher talked a lot, such as what it is, what it does, how to learn, our mission, etc., and I gradually feel the charm of industrial design. I found that I was starting to fall in love with it.

Since elementary school, my teachers and I have discovered my talent for drawing, and I have been winning prizes in drawing competitions since elementary school, the awards are not big, but I have indeed piled up dozens of certificates over the years. However, after many years of self-exploration, I feel that I prefer literature, especially traditional Chinese literature, to painting. In junior high school, I liked to describe my true feelings, and my Chinese teacher also gave me a great opportunity, she used one of our usual assignments for us to revise, and selected a few of the most representative essays to participate in the essay competition. Among them, I only won a second prize at the municipal level, but this is also the highest award I have ever won in literature.

Later, I went to high school. The school's arrangement is quite reasonable, and we spent a semester thinking about how to divide subjects. Although I love traditional literature and cultural customs, I resolutely chose science because of my own personality and other reasons. In fact, no matter which subject you choose, high school is not easy to mix. Our high school is still very good, and our leadership team attaches great importance to the all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical and aesthetics. For someone like me who is more active and occasionally a little enthusiastic, of course, I am basically present in every activity. The performance of various activities is good and bad, and many friends who are familiar with me have a relatively unified opinion on me: "Art students who are delayed by science." ”

This is already the highest evaluation of a pure cultural student who has no artistic foundation. I still feel very honored! Once, this pride, it saved me several times when I was on the verge of collapse. Now, I also hope that it can be kept forever, no more, no less, just enough to thrive with me.

I still have a lot of words, and when I don't have them, I don't want to write at all.

Good night and see you next time!