First Day of Mid-Years

Lalala.

Yesterday I spent three hours making myself feel better when I should have been studying Vietnamese nationalism.

Today I spent six hours doing absolutely nothing constructive.

In mitigation, I had a two-hour History paper this morning.

In further condemnation (possibly with bits of holy fire in it), the paper ended at ten a.m. this was what I did later in the day.

11 a.m.: travel home.
11.30 a.m.: travel back out to eat lunch at macdonalds.
12.40 p.m.: lunch eaten, a few desultory notes doodled on lit stuff.
1.10 p.m.: buy a skirt. (My mum will kill me. I spend far too much. <-- but it was on 50% sale! oh no what am I evolving into)
1.20 p.m.: buy extra pen for exam, and more black card.
1.30 p.m.: loaf around in the library.
2.10 p.m.: borrow two fiction books. One of them is called 'The Hobbit' -- you may have heard of it.
3.30 p.m.: reach home.
3.40 p.m.: feel ill.
4.20 p.m.: wake up from inadvertant nap in horror.
4.30 p.m.: take a bath.
4.40 p.m.: discover that, of all things, my PERIOD's COME. <-- sure proof that someone up there really wants me to suffer.
5.20 p.m.: WATCH ANIME. (I mean, I know my self-control meter reads next to nil, but this is going a bit too far.)
5.50 p.m.: vaccum the floor.
6.00 p.m.: DRAW. (as if the anime weren't enough for my itchy frivolity already!)
6.50 p.m.: cook dinner for everyone.
7.25 p.m.: bloogging this instead of studying or eating that dinner I cooked, which is very nice.


Damn.

Two papers tomorrow. My stomach is cramping nicely.
I need all the luck I can get.