Tv's busted, internet usage restricted to night time (as usual), zero baking materials and no guinea pigs to test new recipes on.

Obviously my post trials experience isn't going too well for me.

Lucky for me, the constant torture of having absolutely nothing worth doing will be broken tomorrow, when my pitiful friends who will be taking Chinese for spm will finally be done with their round of trials, and we can go party and get wasted.

Kidding.

We're going for back to back sessions of volleyball, then a sleepover, and then loiter at some shopping mall the day after. Angelic kids we are, except for the fact that we're skipping school BUT NEVERTHELESS, ANGELS.

I hope the shot of vitamin c I just took will help keep my flu at bay because I'd be really ticked off if I have to skip tomorrow after missing this morning's pickup because my nose refused to stop spewing out mucus.

And apparently it was fun this morning. SOMEONE PLEASE CROWN ME THE BLITZ NOW BECAUSE EVERYTHING FUN SEEMS TO HAPPEN WHEN IM NOT THERE. *excuse my HIMYM reference of you fail to get it.

After Wednesday it's back to wasting my youth away at the library, though I should be able to squeeze in some gym time now that I'm not rushing to study 16 chapters of anything in 10 hours. Despite how much I hate the nauseas feeling I get after pushing my limits a weeeee bit, running still somehow lets out some of that pent up anger in me. Maybe it's because i feel like dying after all my running sessions and therefore appreciate life more after.

Figures.

Ok bedtime. :)