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if everyday went like it did today, i can kiss good results goodbye.

oh. right. i ought to blame my ears. seriously. i was planted at my table the entire day, with textbooks, worksheets, workbooks, tys right at hand (actually they're strewn all over the place more like) and i chose to sit there, happily twirling my pencil and doodling hundreds of homework companions whilst listening to the newest gossip surrounding my family which my aunt and mother were churning out right beside me. gossips are so ... interesting ... that i doubt anyone can tune it out and actually study.

eh gossips are supposed to bring a glow to your face, or so my warped tablemate says.(hey that rhymes) the only thing i had on my face at the end of the gossip session however was the pattern of the tip of my water bottle. it is incidentally in the shaped of an "O". what an ominous sign.

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tuesday was sneaky... and unproductive as usual. caught a movie (or two) with stef and surprise surprise! met my sister halfway. she stole one nacho from us, and specially asked me to help her dip it with duo duo cheese.

told stef about how i dreamt about her falling off a balancing beam once when i was an innocent 8 years old. and she supposedly broke her leg and bled a lot. i have no idea, absolutely no idea why on earth would an innocent 8 year old of myself dream of such a thing. or for that matter, why i suddenly remembered the dream 8 years down the road.

stef went all: "but broken legs DON'T BLEED!!!!!!!"

i beg to differ. why can't broken legs bleed anyway. the bones break, the skin break, the blood appears.

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okay this is it. tomorrow ought to be more productive. no more nonsense no more procrastination.

and uh hopefully no more weird dreams....?

hell, my dreams even have plots. PLOTS. my brain is too active at night. no wonder it never works properly in the day. -.-