I feel like a full-fledged cyber stalker, although I must insist that someone put me up to it. Tomorrow we'll be getting our streaming results back. I'm having the feeling you get before a bad case of diarrhoea, and the feeling you get when you haven't slept a wink in the last 24 hours. I didn't even know exactly what I was doing when I listed my streaming options, which kinda frightens me (and the only person with the same options as me is continuing her studies in Canada). My hopes of getting into the art class have been gotten up up in the sky and if I don't qualify, Immona flip like a flipped flipper.
What I was expecting to be a relaxing week turns out to be so fucking depressing. It's all so depressing. One, there's the excruciatingly boring post-exam activities; two, there's the release of the test results; three, there's the animation shit; four, there's the cold cold heart and five, there's the migrating friend. It's just all so depressing.
And why am I always the last one to know? Why-hy-hy?!

Every morning I wake up with a song in my head. Today it was Celebration by Madonna.

Just took a bath and had an urgent need to move my bowels. I remember someone telling me it's unhygienic, a waste of the bath. Like selling your liver before winning the lottery.

My fingers still smell like the cup noodles I had this afternoon. Cup noodles are so exciting.

Tomorrow's the English test. That sucks.

School was pretty uneventful today, save for the Literature test and receiving the English Letter Writing test results, both of which were not very enjoyable experiences.

I had a Ramly burger for lunch today - brought to me by my almighty sissy who had a burger herself despite being on a diet - and it was thoroughly healthless but so good. Would've been better if I could find the cheese my sis was talking about between the fillets and if the wrapping paper hadn't torn and spilled all the sauce on my tie though.

Also, when I got out of the bathroom just a while ago (bathing at this time is pretty early by my standards FYI so right now I feel like I deserve a pat on the back), my dad was like, "How is your ulcer?" And I was like, "Still there." And he was like, "You know, the news says that lotsa kids are getting the Hand Foot Mouth disease, so beware of your ulcer and if your hands start developing red spots, lemme know." I nodded and moved on to do my thing and my mom followed after me, muttering something along the lines of "ulcer cream. . . bought for your sister. . . where did it go". Then my dad came along and told me a story about a man who had an ulcer that lasted for three months but didn't hurt, and found out from a doctor that it was a cancerous tumour he had to extract. My dad was gesturing his entire cheek so I was quite impressed (not in a good way of course).

I really hope I don't get the HFM disease, cos as anyone can tell from simply how messily I eat, I'm a really likely candidate.

Yesterday, All My Trouble Seemed So Far Away

Great news for all those out there who carry an infernal hatred for me: I've got an oral ulcer. It's really swollen and sits happily on my right inner cheek where it's most prone to be bitten or brushed up against by my teeth. And since talking hurts like a bitch, blogging will just have to suffice.

Today is the last day of the March holidays and currently, about 50% of my homework and 50% of studying has been done. Also, I just found out last night that I have very cleverly left my Chinese homework in school. So shit.

Yesterday I came up with a really (let's not say narcissistic) personalized design for my CCA T-shirt. And I'm so proud of it cos it was done in less than an hour. Never have I ever thought up and completed any decent piece of work of that size (A4) in an hour.

So I just had dinner. At 5. Which is simply crazy since it usually happens at 9 or 10. We had soup that tasted sweet, which isn't right since it's supposed to be salty. My mom put too much love into it. Everyone knows there's an unspoken rule when it comes to dinner - whoever finishes last does the dishes. And seeing as my ulcer's keeping me from even talking, my eating process was obviously a little hindered as well so I was last to finish and of course had to do the dishes.

On wednesday most of the Art Club peeps from last year were at the zoo cos we all got free tickets. All was well until some creepy guy who looked like Pocahontas's dad (with a couple teeth knocked out) started stalking us - I had the nagging suspicion he'd had his eyes on Rebekah the moment we stepped into the amphitheatre.

Right now I should be doing something more productive, like studying for tomorrow's Literature test or something. Well it's not that I haven't begun at all, it's just that I haven't reached the important points yet, so technically I haven't done any studying.

Although, I did memorize one of the lines pretty well:

"I would, while it were smiling in my face, have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums and dashed the brains out, had I so sworn as you have done to this."

SWEET.