So much for studying at home. Who the nehneh was it who introduced me to facebook huh. HUH.

And there're bugs in my bed. Or in my room. At any rate they've been having a lot of fun in the middle of the night biting my neck so now it looks like some disgusting thing with lumps and other stuff and I look like someone tried to strangle me with a rope.

And after the little walk in the rain yesterday a CATERPILLAR fell onto me and I bet it crawled across my neck or something which probably resulted in that strange strangulation mark. The rest is due to bedbugs or something. YUCKS. I need to buy a lot of insecticide. NOW.

And I need to wear some turtleneck or something to tuition. Before people start avoiding me cause I look like I have aids or something.

If the marks are still there tomorrow I will kill myself. Or kill something, at least.

I think I'm incredibly biased against science soccer/rugby guys. But to be fair it's hard to like people who follow trends that came straight out of the american jail and originated as a derogatory punishment for misbehaving convicts.

I want the bell jar and mrs dalloway.

The guy who sings the first song in THIS reminds me strangely of burbur. They have the same smooth voice of sawdust and whipped cream, even though burbur is hotter cause he is smart too and therefore the true blue renaissance man. Even monkey peh agrees, so there.

The thought of promos totally takes away the lovey dovey feelings of awww for your subject teachers that teachers day conjured. On thursday and friday it was all oh i LOVE [insert name here], but now it's more of a oh stupid subject teachers die die ki die die DIE oh but not you burbur cause you know we all adore you.

Incoherence ftw.