on the bathroom floor

We are stuck in medium-depth[ed] shit. I won't say deep, considering the fact that we still have the "little" poster, but I won't say shallow either, since we have to redo the whole thing. Thank god Blenda decided to step up and redo it. If it weren't for her I'd have gone more nuts than I already am.

Realised that I have said the f word a billion times in my head today, injecting it multiple times in one sentence in front of every noun, verb and adjective I say. I have also gotten angry at my computer and called it a bag of crap. Sorry com...

Study study study study study. Pulled on a ride I didn't pay for! Getting pressure I never even asked for.

Go to school go to school test test test. That's all we ever do. As if it were a matter of life and death, as if it really even mattered at all. Don't even know why, don't really care either. Just study study study study study. Study to make sure we don't get scolded. Study to keep it up. Study to make sure our PPRs look pretty. And then WHAT?

I think the pre-review test nerves have gotten to me. And in the end I'm still stuck studying.

Another fascinating discovery I made is that I have forgotten at least one third going on two of the things we learned in math, by conducting a simple experiment by attepting several questions from my near-flunked papers and getting almost all of them wrong.

What the hell is wrong with me and math? Damn. Motivatemotivatemotivatemotivate

In the words of the despo: Now what to do?