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Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Today is just one of those days where NOBODY should talk to me.

and maybe also, the day after today and the day after today's tomorrow would be nice.

I had my media law test today... yesterday instead of studying i slept at like 10-ish pm i think... just couldn't be bothered.

I dont know how i did. Few questions here and there didn't know how to answer. Actually i DID know how to answer. All the fucking information was in my fucking head.... but i... couldn't be bothered to think. That sounds ridiculous, but its true. Just feel so fucking brain dead.

This will be the fucking part which will bring down my Distinction to a Credit, quite sure. Unless my essay gets a HD or the tutor miraculously finds that admist all the jargon, i actually made some sense. Quite impossible.

I really should be studying for another test now but.. i just can't be bothered to do shit.

Also, the weather is too BLODDY MOTHERFUCKING COLD and i currently have on a tank, a reasonably thick hoodie AND a wool robe. WTF.

So, everytime i walk out to get something (the mirror is directly facing my door) i see my refelction and feel like a motherfucking WALRUS because i look damn huge with so many layers on. No, wait. make that a motherfucking WALRUS pregnant with 10 junior walruses k.

I just want to curl up into a ball and crash into a bloody wall.

BYE.


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