nothing else gets the adrenaline pumping as furiously as blinking numbers, rows of laptops and the sound of 'kaching'. and then theres chocolate and milo, just to entice the zit colony on my face to multiply faster than termites. not exactly the epitome of good health, considering the sudden repelling force thats been keeping me from standing within a 1km radius of the running track. i dont think theres a need to start discussing my reversed sleep pattern.
and if i thought my procrastination was a bane during term, then its a Bane with a capital B during the holidays. i suspect my mother is just seconds away from digging her nails into my neck and strangling me to death in the process. if i dont sell some shit for her on ebay before the next time she asks me, i swear shes gonna explode and kill just about everyone within 3km of our house.
the togo v. suisse match is too distracting for me to blog on. somebody confiscate my laptop please.