It's midnight. I am tired. I'm supposed to be writing my "Statement of Purpose". And it doesn't help that I have to try real hard to make myself *sound* interesting to a bunch of old professors who I (for some reason) find extraordinarily interesting.
Neil is not replying to email. I am thinking... Is he pissed with me? Is he annoyed? Or is it just me?
Classes have started. I still have to prepare for tomorrow's class. I haven't prepared for any of the classes I'm supposed to take this semester.
My stupid computer is acting weird. Runtime error, it seems! Gah!
I haven't exercised in the last 3 days. It's driving me up the wall.
It has been confirmed today (by two *nice* people) that I am impossible.
Mumma isn't home. I miss my Mumma. I want my Mummmaaa! *waaaaaahhh* I want my Mumma now!
Blah. Life!
I am tired. I want to sleep. But my eyes are WIDE OPEN. I am twitching like a bloody junkie, and all I had was dosa-sambar.
My brain refuses to go to sleep. It wants to keep thinking. (I wish I knew what it wants to think.)
Did I say this before? I am tired.
Blaaarrrrrgghhh. Life!
*Sigh*
*Sigh*
*Sigh*
Why am I writing this post? I honestly don't know. You tell me.
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4 comments:
Neil's wife is having their second child! I guess it's a reason good enough not to reply to emails...:)
And OYE! Why does Neil get to be called Neil? and all of us are reduced to letters???
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, this is going to cost you and how...
mwahahahaha *evil laugh*
i'm going to call you "rodeoromeo" (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) only after this, no reducing YOU to a letter, after all not everyone has such a nice, creative, er, name :P
i cant believe you, hahahahahahahaha, why are you so random?
4 days late, but nevertheless...
*big hug*
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