Friday, 17th August, 11:10 pm, in Audrey's pig sty of a room:
Jan's sleeping like a rug on the bed, Aud is on the floor playing solitaire on Jan's notebook, and I'm on Aud's notebook, checking out Victoria Secret.
I know I've got two more essays to go, but I just don't want to do it because I feel so burnt out. I want to go home, consume 2394872398523 bowls of laksa and just fall into a sweet slumber on my nice four poster bed. I miss Mom so much.
You know- honestly, Zai and Jon are probably next door slacking too.
Was supposed to go to Country Road & Witchery after class for some post-M&C and English essay shopping and then come back to continue with somemore of hell's work, but as usual, my shopping did quite a substancial bit of financial damage- probably enough to feed a third world country, but the progress of my essay is stagnant.
I want my skinny Starbucks latte - sob!!