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Thursday, August 20, 2009

Okay. One down three to go.

The funny thing was I woke up at 8am today by myself, thinking it was 12pm already and wanted to go and bathe. Then I stared at the clock showing 8:14am.
I feel damn unprepared, perhaps I'll have to study more.
Woot, fug dis.
A few more days and it'll all be over.
I keep telling that to people. I wish someone were to comfort me with that too.
Tuesday's gonna be the last paper.
Wednesday till Saturday work @ 7am-7pm.

I'm telling you once I'm off work, I'm guaranteed a zombie.
And fucking hell Jeremy sends the most hilarious 'change-of-number' messages ever.
Did I say messages? Yes he sent out a few to me. Bloody cock-and-bull and then his new number.
-_-

Okay I think I wanna bathe first.



9:04 AM