515pm:
so. three down, two more to go. yay?
but HISTORY. so the worst is not ever, and anyway the worst will be monday when the papers come back. my tummy's knotting up at the very thought.

and math was not good. it wasn't... horrible, i guess. but it wasn't good, and i really hope that i atleast get the stuff i did right. shit. math sucks.

aaaand tonight my mom's going for some pre-fashion week inaugural thingy at chokri. and i have to cram history.

930pm:
life is unfair. (kill yourself or get over it - so say black box recorder.)

suicide is looking like a pleasing option. am so very sleepy and barely half of russian rev is done. i just want to sleep. forever. and there is nothing i hate worse than cramming history on a tight deadline.

the people either next door or upstairs (mag's!) are doing a lot of jumping. i am typing with my eyes half-closed and that almost came out as humping. so very wrong. i would be disturbed if i heard humping neighbours. thank god this is singapore.

i had a snipey comment regarding the conversation on the tagboard about being charitable. i know it's a joke i'm just being pissy about, but it irritates me.

i am tired and snapping at people. somebody save me.