I woke up on the wrong side of bed today. Kind of a downer during breakfast, and then during volleyball training I was playing really badly. Not to mention the heavy rained dampened my mood, and I have a lack of time for my studies. Of course, the worse part is that, I brought it upon myself. So I am having a rather lousy day. Chocolates are not helping and I need some sleep.

Something tells me (God perhaps) that I have to stop being a bum. I can't remember what I dreamt about last night, which is slightly odd. Perhaps it hasn't dawned upon me the severity of it all. How I am not understanding the words that come out of my professor's mouth. How when the exams come around I will suffer and cry to no effect. How when I think and think and think no answer comes to my brain.

I will create a tumblr today so that I can keep a log of my thoughts without being on Twitter. Because I still don't understand microblogging.

I think I am just making myself while away more time to runaway from work.

I currently own entire discographies of various bands because I am way to lazy to sieve out the awesome songs from the good songs.

I use the word 'I' alot. It's a bad sign. My phone is running out of internal memory because the HTC Chacha can't handle my life.

Homework begone.

Volleyball trng (hardly should be considered training since everyone else except for Geraldine and I stayed past 1hours, Hall8 spirit FTW if you can sense sacarsm) just ended and my forearms are officially swollen like bazhangs, it's like my arm is a snake which has just swallowed a rat. That bad. Supposed to be heading for accounting project meeting, but I figured I should use my trembling fingers (from VB) to post up something. Today was a good day because of you-know-what Wadee. Haha. These few weeks have been great bumping into people, met Hanyu at canteen 9! She's still the same Hanyu. Still full of nonsense and still very cute.

The past few days my music library has grown quite a significant bit. I think I will need more music to cater to my utter shortness of attention span. I feel like a typical millenium teen,which is what I am precisely. Information, new stuff, the use of stuff, the use of totally and other superlatives. The world is spinning too quickly. I am just in the eye of it all.

I am stinky and smelly but I am heading to the project meeting anyway. I don't care.