This sucks. The damn construction sites nearby are causing mosquitoes to breed in abundance. My sis and I woke up at 5am and managed to kill 9 of them. All in my room. 1 escaped and continued to torment us for the rest of the night. Not as if I don't have enough scars on my legs caused by THEM and the rashes. Fuck it.
Woke up at 12 and started on my studying. Hah. Big joke I swear. I only managed to cover like 2 chapters with little naps in between. I think I'm going for a jog later after I finish blogging. Suddenly, I realise I have a gazillion undone work. Shitshitshitshitshit!!!!!
That's it. I'm jogging(if i can't have flawless legs, I might as well try to tone them up so I wouldn't be having freakin scarred
AND fat, wobbly legs), coming home and then continue what I'm supposed to finish for chemistry today, slog like a mad cow and maybe start on the essay thats due on thursday. Yes. Even if it means sacrificing Harry Potter. Honestly, I hate my life big time.
*Psychotic being