Where the hell was I?

I feel like crying.

Probably because Semua Tentang Kita by Peterpan is playing right. The music is just so... YOU KNOW. ;__;

Seriously though, I feel so down now, or something. Probably pre-exam blues. Have I mentioned that my exams are coming up, NEXT WEEK? Also, one last assignment due in two days, which I have yet to start because. Because.

Because.

BE.

CAUSE.

Sigh.

I am really not up for anything right now. I just want to shut my door, lock it and just stay. In. My. Room. Fullstops for emphasis, bitch! Alone.

I've been reading YanMega again (OI?! WHAT ABOUT STUDYING?!) and it's really starting to get good again. One thing that really caught my attention was the page from the scanlation recruiting new raw cleaners! I am reeaaallllyy interested. I've always wanted to join a scanlation group and see behind the scenes. If they still need people by the time my exams are over, I know what I'll be doing for the next three months! }:3

Ugh.

I still feel down. When, when, wheeen is it going to end? I am NOT motivated to do any work at all right now. I wonder how the others are pushing themselves. Sometimes I feel like I missed a class in school or something on motivation and actually feeling eager about pursuing a degree. Most of them are capable. Where the hell was I?

My room is a mess.

Hey guys. Lets skip the "I'm sorry I forgot about you" business and get straight to the point.

The following is a series of photos of my room, taken just now. As you can see...

MY.

ROOM.

IS.

A.

FREAKIN'.

MESS.

*breathes*

Papers lying everywhere, piles of books and files, CDs and DVDs hiding under all those invisible layers of dust.

Speaking of dust, that may or may not be the probable cause for my on-and-off bouts of sneezies. Look at that, sneezies. I'm training to make the painful, forced, unstoppable expulsion of mucus from our nasal orifices cute. I swear ye not, 'tis not cute when your face is all crumpled up with a nose that makes Rudolf the Reindeer runs for its money. Tissue makers rejoice when profits rocketed beyond expectation as the shelves empty themselves of the "facial wipes - nothing is softer" tagged boxes.

When I sneeze, I cannot, for the life of me, let out a small "a-ti-shoo." that some people, ladies mostly, are able to. It just looks more painful in a way. I let out a powerful "A-CHOOO-OOUUUUU-hah" because that's more relieving, definitely. This makes it difficult (HAHAHA I had to spell-check 'difi- difficc- dificult? difficult') --- I lost my train of thought.

Just came back from dinner, that's why. My sister is yelling right now. Damn those hormones. I remember when I was being controlled by them too. Trust me, it wasn't pretty, just read my first blog entries. Now I am a mature, rational adult --- OMG I AM A FUCKING ADULT, FUCK.

I don't want to go into that right now. I shall address that in another post that may come between tomorrow and the next three years, tops.