on the bathroom floor

Week 5 has finally gone by and I'm still alive! And no I didn't have to break a leg at all. I realise that when you chop up the 2.4 into segments and don't run on a red, BLOODY track, it's pretty okay. Our P.E. teacher made us count and shout G3! to find ways to help us distract ourselves from the running and it did work quite a bit for me. From now on, distraction is the way. Hopefully he'll let us bring our mp3s too...

Our school invited a manga artist called Paul Duffield [hope I spelt it right] for the visual arts students. I'm not really a huge fan of manga or anime but this guy was good, very very good. He could draw so quickly something that would take me so much frustration and time to finish. We gazed in awe as he did his magic. Wonder how it feels like to be able to go around, spread your magic with little effort, get applause from a crowd...and not the mention the kaching..Must feel great. Us little people shall sit, watch and learn.

Everyday is quite a struggle [though yes, I love my class and teachers]. Going to school, arriving home starving and tired. I only got home at 7:30pm yesterday and I got a headache from my head hitting the window on the bus too many times. I don't know how I get the energy to get up everyday in the morning and go to school. I don't know how I make it through the day. I don't know why I go home so sick and dead and still act as if I'm happy and ready to take on life. Act like I'm fine. I don't know what's wrong with me now. I come home so lethargic everyday, imagine if there were a test tomorrow...I'd faint. But I guess I wouldn't mind. I've never fainted before but I'd imagine that it feels like sleeping [after certain pain].

TGIF. I am so worn-out right now. -thumpsonthefloor-