School is death

28 September 2007

Uhhuh. I am a drama queen like that.

I can’t even attempt to start making cohesive statements. My thoughts are scattered far and wide, while my mind feels like mush. I am struggling emotionally, physically and mentally. Perhaps one more than the other. But the point is I’m drained, tired, exhausted. This will be random wachamacaulits because all I could think of is sleeping.

I’m missing out on a big BlueRep party and I have to wake up at 5:30 tomorrow for a dentist appointment at 7, a Philosophy JeEP integration seminar at 8:30, and the rest of my killer group works onwards.

Amazingly enough, I don’t look at it at all. I am still quite relaxed. And right now, that’s beginning to bug me big time.

Ugh. I should probably rest. I need all the sleep I can before my series of consecutive all-nighters take place.

To the blogging world, I’ll make it up sembreak.



2 Comment/s

(#) Roxanne on 30/09/07 01:54

Dear.. I feel the pain!

(#) Layla on 30/09/07 23:47

here I am, digestings cases.

aaaaarggggh. I feel your pain.

you need a hug.

it is not the school that needs death.

the exams themselves are.

now, I don’t care how grammatically incorrect I am.

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