Things aren't looking too good.

Tonight, i just can't be stuffed to organise my points into nice neat sentences with appropriate conjunctions or whatever those english grammar kids call it these days...therefore it shall all be resolved in bullet form.

• it's been so long since i last walked down George St to get back to the bus that i forgot how lethal the air there really is...carbon dioxide concentration in the air is about a million parts per million. add to that the cigarette smoke being liberally pumped into the already saturated air by conscientious sydney-siders and you've got your fast-forward ticket to lung cancer.
• i've been doing reports, posters, presentations for the whole of last week and through to the weekend up till today. this blows.
• i've only watched 3 hours of television throughout the ordeal...i feel like crying.
• the Plant students got a surprise from our lecturer today...we were told to hand in a report which was supposedly due on thursday, TODAY. thank god for my acute sense of urgency and also a handy pendrive in my bag.
• I've only had 3 meals since monday...Dinner-Breakfast-Dinner...reasons being that i've been way too busy to eat and frankly, too damn tired to even bother...D-B-D was just to show The Family that i was still, at least to them, eating normally. Hah.
• i've been so tired this past week...my eyes are dry. bone-dry. i stubbed my toe against the table today and the pain was the tear-inducing kind...and nothing came out.
• every morning when i board the bus to get to uni, i pass out against the window.
  
• every evening when i board the bus to get back to Cherrybrook, i pass out against the window.
• when people ask me how's uni...i tell them that it's all good...actually, it's not. it sucks.
  
• i really need a drink now...a shot of tequila...or a tall glass of vodka...or a nice cold Hoegaarden.
  

Haha. the only consolation that i have now is knowing that the end of Week 6 is drawing nearer and nearer. and there's dashboard confessional to ber-emo at.