Garh! When you think it couldn't get any worse than this, it does! I woke up with a sore throat and a blocked nose! And then, halfway through the day, I catch a slight fever! God, I am not supposed to live like this! I am gonna die! Sheesh, nothing good is happening! Ugh, now some fucking noisy motorcycle is pounding my head with it's stupid engine screams! There is no saviour, unfortunately, for it is my life, my future, my everything. To think I could handle life by myself, but I can't. I'm far from it. Hope my life is not dreadful till the military apocalypse.
My plans for the book shall be on hold, till I get my appeal results at least. Everyday before that day shall be lived in fear, they shall be lived with worry, fright, sadness, anger, hatred. Besides, I can't sculpture the plot into a solid, foolproof form. I don't wanna make it sound like another Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging. Plus, it don't think I want to make it funny and jolly at all, especially when I can't think of anything but stabbing the Mass Comm lecturers right now.
Currently listening to the Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging OST. Will be giving the other one to Sherina. Looking forward to the movie marathon on Monday. Hopefully I can get well by then. It is cool, cos all three will be free till the parting on March, and I start school on April. Hmph, I don't have a blanky or a Mr. Wha-cha-ma-call-it to hug.
Labels: I want something good to happen.
