10/21/15

Dear diary,

I had to miss a week of writing since I had to focus finishing an essay for my English class. That was extremely fun, but at least I had some help from my brother and Kyungsoo. My professor wanted us to write an analysis on one of the books we've been reading for the past couple weeks. I struggled a bit here and there, but I'm just so glad to have a friend who is nearly fluent in the English language. 

I guess I should update on what had happened in the past week or so.

Jongin told us about the upcoming annual Blizzard Show. This show was a tradition at our university. People, mostly from a major or minor of the performing arts, get to audition for. Once they pass the round, they then can perform in the Blizzard Show, a place where artists like my graceful Jongin can be recruited by a top-notch company. Being a part of this show would be a big opportunity for those big dreamers. I knew how much Jongin wanted to become one of the best dancers ever, and I could honestly see it happening. He just needs that push, that one chance for him to shine.

He hadn't been able to participate last year because freshmen weren't allowed to, which was bullshit. Jongin was the best out of everyone I know! They were probably afraid that a fishie like him would've taken their limelight. 

But anyway, he had invited me, Minseok, and Kyungsoo. All of us had agreed to attend, despite our busy schedules. How could we not attend? The three of us have to be there to cheer for our Kim Jongin!

Speaking of Kyungsoo, he told me about how most of his house was already packed up in boxes. I claimed that it was too early to pack, but he said his family insisted. I even had to visit his house yesterday just to see it with my own eyes. The boxes sprawled out and the lack of furniture and knick-knacks were kind of hard to accept. My best friend moving was becoming more of a reality, it was beginning to really sink in. I hate it.

On a not so much lighter note, Junmyeon mentioned that he would be better off sitting in the front of the room during our lecture class. It was sad to see him sit somewhere else, as we had been seat buddies for the first month and a half. He reassured me that he would still message me for class purposes and for possible study days. With a heavy heart, I had to watch him sit farther up the rows, nearly in the front, while I stayed behind with Jongdae and Yixing. Well, at least he managed to find someone to chat with... I think his name was Yifan... Kris? Not sure.

And oh! Jongdae is still a little shit. 

Why do I hang out with him?