Last Wednesday I went to my grandparents to revise a bit. It’s much more quiet there as compared to home and there’s no gadgets that can really get in my way or rather, distract me there, you see. So, all my stuff in my bag and my file in my hand I arrived at my grandparents.
Took out my pages and pages of theoretical physics and my huge physics book. Took out my pencil case… except that there was no pencil case! Can you believe it? I brought all those heavy books for the sole purpose of revising and I forgot all of my stationary… how cool is that?
Thing is, when I got back home later that day, I realised that the pencil case was in the bag all along. Freaky bag this is. I mean if it’s going to hide some of my stuff from time to time I may even arrive at the exams without any sweets one of those days! Yeah, that’s how important sugar is to me, especially during the exams.
This bag, I’m telling you, it’s just like a woman’s bag. Not its appearance because it’s obviously a guy one; Adidas, grey, sports and sort of too big to be a woman’s. It’s similar to a woman’s bag however, because you can’t ever find the stuff you’re looking for when you open it. Women bags are just like that: loads of pockets here and there, supposedly for those tidy-minded gals. Well, almost always, when these tiny gals look for something in the bag they have to totally empty it first. And then they’ll cry “Haha” before realising that they’ve got to carefully put everything back in place, carefully in their respective pockets.
Always makes me laugh when that happens. Wonder who’s laughing now.
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