muddy shoes

i'm just thinking. whoahs. time flies.
i dont think i have wasted my june holidays. because the first two weeks of school was ha. taxing. even though that's nothing as compared to the days ahead. But i still think it was something remarkable that all students and teachers went through 12 weeks of school. convince me thats not crazy.. week3 is definitely memorable. i have long forgotten how much i dreaded carrying the lousy backpack because i only remember how eager i was to volunteer to carry my sister's when she was back from Brisbane. mount ophir. ha! i still cant believe i conquered it even though it's some small little hill to many. i know i'll miss chionging suahh with odacians. i just know.. and week 4 though was inefficient studying with my amies, i do not regret it at all. not even a speck of it.
whoahs. june is gone just like that.
and i am promising myself that i will study full force starting from..
tomorrow.
haha. kill me la somebody. i am not even helping myself.
i am giving myself too much leeway. but never mind. i'll be good tomorrow.
i am going to be full time student i tell you. my profession would be studying and my hobby.. ha! doing the ten years series plus other schools' papers. my favourite past time would still be sleeping, but sleeping is good. it keeps me awake during lectures and tutorials. maybe i should bring some voice recorder to record whatever the lecturer plus tutor says. then i'll be some crazy kid who is even more paranoid.
yea. settled.
and haha. talking about paranoia. yes. its some mental disorder. but i thought i was really going crazy at the overhead bridge. there were so many lizards above me and i was practically dodging from one corner to another continuously. i chionged all th the way up and down like some idiot who is running because her shadow's chasing her.okays. paranoid. because no lizard actually lost their balance but it was still terrifying. it's worse than some horror flick. i mean it.
sometimes i feel that the things i do are always wrong.
chris gotta learn how to be not so disgusting and sick. she should control her sick behavior. because be ink! is not a perfume. and maybe it's time to take out your braces cause your entire exercise book is stained with rhumba frapp. haha! talk about being clean hurs???
alrights. school's starting in a few hours. but my bio clock has been tuned to 1043 everyday.
help me somebody..
i want to cry and kick everything and stuff my head into the window grilles.
i want to shout and scream and cut my thumb.
i want to just not go to school. please grant me my wish.
arggghhhs. HELPPPP!!!