Not Quite The Monday Blues, Honey.

It has been quite a stressful day for my self—I can’t quite explain but yes, I am completely exhausted, thank you very much. I have been struggling with my assignments lately and I have ignored my own self to finish all the shit—excuse my language—for the sake of my grade in the end of the semester. I am suffering constant headache, stomachache and the lost of appetite. On a brighter note, here I am on a diet mode without even trying to starve my self.

I have to submit all the shit for Reporting and News Writing by this Thursday which mean I have approximately two days to finish all the shit like some kind of crazy maniac—as if I enjoy this torturing journey. However, the lousy lecturer has kindly gave us lots of hints for the final exam which reduced the burden of studying like crazy for final exam less heavier than it was before. Thank you, oh my God. For once, the lecturer did something meaningful for us—his students.


Out of the ten news stories, I have successfully wrote four of which I spent about two hours inside the basement café of my college this morning to finish. I am such a lazy student, I know. I have yet ten more summary leads to write and three major assignments to write to be submitted altogether on this Thursday.

The usual group of friends were absent from today’s class as if they have planned it wonderfully. Great for us who lazily dragged our selves to attend the class, we now have hints of what we would answer for the final exam, as well as what we should focus on more. Meanwhile those lazy assess would not know a thing about it because I am going to be selfish to those who are using me all these times starting from today. But yes, those who are kindly enough to help me before will be receiving help from me don’t worry.

I realize I need to be really selfish in surviving this cruel college world. I could not pretend to be the good girl and suffer the consequences all by my self. I am tired of covering up for other people’s mistakes and doing what they should do. Instead, I am living a life of my own right now. I do not care about others—except for those who care enough to care for me—I don’t even give a damn whether they are going to be alive or dead. You guys and girls set up this whole cruel world where I am the one who suffered, now live in it because I am getting my own ass out of it, thank you very much.

I am contemplating on whether I should attend tomorrow class of Principle of Advertising because I am not feeling quite normal right now. Seriously, I have this annoying buzzing sound in both of my ears and my head is ten times heavier than ever. I am skipping dinner because my stomach does not feel good at all. I am not sure what the hell is wrong with my self right now but all I can think about is just getting some good night sleep and I will let my self in the morning tomorrow to decide whether I would attend class or not.

I need to get back to my assignments, even though all I could think about is my dreamland.