1. my econs mcq got screwed up - as in, they haven't marked it yet or something, so i only get my marks for that back tomorrow. i'm predicting about 13 or 14. stupid mistakes, some of them. really pissifying.

2. math. need i say more? 39% just like vaish. i don't even understand why i screwed up so badly. i mean, yeah i left out a whole lot but atleast i thought some of the stuff i actually did, made sense. my math needs a major overhaul.

3. discovery that my sat 1 that i did all the way back last year, is no longer valid. thank you, US universities. just great. so now i have to do that again, on top of doing sat 2s. i have to re-register for sat2 as well, which is going to cost me about 30 USD. parents will not be pleased. so i'd better register and just do it (insert nike sign although the happy-ness of nike is incongruous here) and get it over with. and i have to do something about my A levels. maybe my mom's right when she says i have to start focusing on them right now. considering the way i've screwed this year up, i have a lot of work to do. i hope i get my lit S. i will be devastated if i don't.

4. worrying about the rest of the results.

5. my vcr isn't working and my mom wants to sleep early and the tv's outside her room so she won't let me watch america's next top model and threatens not to give me money tomorrow morning if i defy her and watch. and she's supposed to give me about a hundred bucks tomorrow. and even if i got someone else to tape it for me, i wuoldn't be able to watch it due to lack of vcr.

6. P-fucking-W.

7. i have a headache and i'm really sleepy. so i'm just going to have to forego the antm, i guess, and finish the damn pw and go to sleep.

8. fucking ohana. just got a message about my "rather empty" previous attendance, and therefore i am "urged" to attend some meeting at 5pm tomorrow when all i'll be wanting to do is come home and sleep or cry or meditate or something. and i have to buy the shirt, and i have to acquire hawaiian shirt/skirt/something. what kind of asshole says "we urge you to participate more actively". i know i'm being unfair here, but such nonsensical council nice-nice speech really gets on my nerves, especially when my nerves are this trampled upon. i can feel my eyebags hardening into stone. i can literally feel them getting heavier. it is not nice.

9. fucking j2s haven't handed up their cip forms. i'm going to sms them to hand it up by wednesday or they don't get their hours.

i am going to do this pw bullshit until 11, then go to sleep and attempt waking up at 630 to finish it. i hope whoever invented pw dies a slow horrible painful death. if i ever find out his/her identity, i will be needing some voodoo classes.

ooooh Aparna and Her Rants are back in action! full force. can you believe i actually feel depressed over the ending of pearl harbour. it's always the nice guy who dies, leaving us with the annoying prick. seriously, josh hartnett is so much hotter. and ben affleck is such a shit. and the unhappy ending has become trite. especially when the hot, nice wonderful guy does some weird heroics and dies in action. it's like loc kargil and saif all over again. and haha i feel gleeful that jen garner who was the little unimportant nurse with the geeky glasses and the cute curls is now a way bigger star than all the other people in that stupid movie. she did have some echo-ey line that went "i don't know what to do-o-o-o" when all the casualties of pearl harbour were trying to rush into the one hospital , though. well, now she's dating ben affleck which is gross. but how romantic, their first film together was a large flop in which she was little more than an extra and he was the hero. and his films continued flopping, while her star's on the rise faster than his fighter jet. ooh hello who's the screaming jengarner fangirl.

i feel mildly better now after the pearlharbour rantiness. although i still have the twisty feeling in my tummy from when bad things are happening. like the returning of more papers tomorrow. and all this sat shit and how my math is so fucking bad and everything. i hope there is hope for me. p-doubleabsofuckinglute-ewww now.

EDIT: i just made a decision that felt good. i pulled out of ohana. have messaged woochiao, as well as kayhwee in case i was still supposed to be doing the crazy ohana dance with him. told him to take heart in that i hadn't learnt the dance anyway. i hope they don't get too mad at me for pulling out - although i haven't contributed anything to it so far so my pulling out ain't gonna affect it too much. i feel rather liberated now. it's not like ohana was going to add a whole lot of credit to my resume. i need to prioritise now anyway. and all the drama stuff i planned to do next year as well - need to figure some things out. i guess my life's gone a bit off track. my dad said something sensible today, that if it's better to aim for a third-rate university and possibly make it to a first-rate instead, but if i'm aiming for the ivies then i need to work like i'm aiming for the ivies. and the ivies i've been aiming for, but i've never worked hard enough for it. so i guess aparna needs to knuckle down to some solid work. so pfantastic-w now. i can't believe this crap is examinable. next we have to come up with some rubbish oral presentation. it's sickening.