Ouchie.

I was supposed to sleep at 3:30am.

I ended up sleeping at 5:00am because of the throbbing headache I had. I could feel my eyes pulsate in their sockets. And that probably was caused by all the Miyazaki music I downloaded. Coffee + Miyazaki + History = MAJOR OUCH.

I need to tell myself that, 'yes I can do it. I can get a bloody D and above for my History.' I'm not a dumbass. Blur, yes. Distracted, maybe. But not stupid. Hopefully I can get all the facts and the annoying writing style into my head and hands by Saturday.

Because I'm not studying for Blake and Huxley for you, History.

Then again, I've never really studied for Literature. :x Sheepish grin. It usually just composes of me reading the notes, albeit briefly, and reading the said texts so that I can chuck out examples. It seems to work, even now. So. Aheheheheh. >___> I don't want to disappoint Fahy the most, because of my brilliant first essay. I mean, (aheheheheh) I better keep that grade up.

SO YES. I WILL DO WELL FOR HISTORY. I WILL PASS FOR ONE THING. I WILL WRITE MORE THAN THREE PAGES FOR EACH ESSAY. I WILL REMEMBER THE FACTS CORRECTLY.

And so my target grades are:

History - E+/D
Econs - C
Literature - A/B
GP - A/B

Which will put me on an average of BCE. Not too shabby.

That is all.

wtf just no

Scrolling down Apple's news page, one line just jumped out and friggin' punched me in the face.

"Tiger burns bright".

No. Just no.

I did not need a reminder of Blake's Tyger poem ("Tyger, tyger burning bright"), which The Time Traveller's Wife already mentioning it.

God, I know this is a sign for me to actually study Blake, but unless you can somehow miraculously turn me into a History Deity, I will not heed your sign. In other words, I'm not taking my sandals off baby just to talk to a burning bush.

EDIT: Ironically, while browsing through my archives, I wrote a short, incomplete piece centering around time-travel. Much like The Time Traveller's Wife. Here it is.

Just a note

If any of you are wondering, 'Hey why isn't Alicia talking to me online (MSN/AIM/etc)?'

I'm probably wondering the same thing.

Y'see kids, I'm tired to striking up conversations. I always feel so strained and well, stilted. Like the other party's just responding because well, he/she has to.

So I'm going to wait now.

Wait for all you people to start bombarding me on MSN.

And if I don't respond?

I'm probably in the little boy's room. Uh, little girl's room, I meant. Or maybe that bounty hunter after my left hand has finally caught up with me.

^_^ Cheerio.

EDIT:

I KNOW ALL THE TRICKS.

What You Really Think Of Your Friends

Alicia is your soulmate.

You truly love me.

You consider me your true friend.

You know that Alicia is always thinking of you.

You'll remember me for the rest of your life.

You secretly think Alicia is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.

You secretly think that Alicia is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.

You secretly think that Alicia is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Alicia changes lovers faster than underwear.

You secretly think Alicia is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Alicia has a hidden internet romance.

What Do You Think of Your Friends?

YOU CANNOT FOOL ME.