I hate beautiful sunny days

when I have alot of things to do.

It's beautiful outside. I very much want to go to beach and take a nap listening to the ocean.

Instead of having relaxing Saturday afternoon, I'm stuck here at a coffe shop trying to work on syntax, phonology, or romanizing Korean data.

Why do I have to this? Why do I NOT have a life? Why the f*ck I'm majoring in linguistics when I don't know a damn thing about it?????????????????

My roomy just said cuz we're grad students. A grad school consumes our life... I guess she's right.

p.s. Nobu cooked last night. Looked goddamn serious and worked on one dish for more than one and half hour. Janie suggested me to keep him as my wife. Gotta think of it seriously.... Only problem is that I hate his gut. That sounds about right though. After all, all married couples seem to be stuck in marriage while they hate each other's gut. Really, whenever a wife disappears or gets killed, her hudsband automatically becomes a number one suspect.