transatlanticism

Woke up this morning with hair comparable to a rooster's. Or, you can think dragonball. I guess I was tossing and turning more than usual last night because I had a bad, BAD dream. About evil people. Doing evil things. And being evil. Oh how I would love to stage an evil-people massacre.

This is what happens when you're madly in love with the two most adorable things in the universe.

Yesterday was so bloody boring. I read ootp till about four. Then I stared at my homework and gave up trying to do at least ONE mid year review paper, and went to read lost synopses. And all my activities would include eating in them. Gah I'm a damned pig.

HOW MANY MORE DAYS LIKE THIS AM I SUPPOSED TO ENDURE? Let's count. Let us ALL count. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday! Sunday with a TINGE of excitement cos I have maths tuition. Wow, perfect. If NOTHING were called off, I'd still have friday to look forward to, at least I'll have some company though I'd be doing work, and Saturday and Sunday would be dedicated to some CIP camp which has been brought back OH BLOODY

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I'll burst into smithereens if this continues, and I'll probably resort to mopping every inch of this pigeonhole, or playing with the lift, or bathing every hour.

WELL AT LEAST THERE'S LOST TONIGHT

And my sleep pattern's worse than normal now