i am 8 hours from freedom.
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.
just a while ago, it was 51 days to freedom.
we were counting down and all that jazz.
and now.
IT'S EIGHT FREAKING HOURS AWAYYYY!!!
and:
1) i feel like puking.
2) there's literature later
3) oh Lord, please help me
4) i can't wait for 6.30 :D
5) i really feel like puking
6) no, honestly, i feel like puking
7) i'm freaking out.
8) i. want. to. cry.
LORD!!! i REALLY need You now, Big Guy! You know how i am about literature and how it used to be my best subject and all. Lord, i pray You help me to top the level. just one more time in literature. please? it's my last shot.. and i can't walk away from this paper with anything less than the best. please Lord, i've put two years into this. please please please give me an A1 :) i beg You.
okay anyway, i'm done with science paper one and i'm home now and off to sleep :)
someone called me in the morning and really put a smile on my face :D i just LOVE morning calls. (but only if i woke up at least half an hour prior to the call. else i'd be frumpy beary)
and then my BFF texted me in the morning too :D she wanted to trick me but hahah. too bad, Ness!
my phone has been ringing non-stop since i stepped out of the hall so i shut it off. and there's this weirdo who used to be in my school who keeps calling and messaging me and stuff. and i'm like, "woah dude. back off. NOW." it's not so much freaky as annoying. like, REALLY annoying.
okay ya. i have been complaining throughout the whole post. HAHAHAH. i'm off to dreamland for a wee while. i'll be back tonight :) cos by then, ALL my papers would really truly and totally be over. and i can revert my attention to John Grisham.
later later!! :D