1:49am in the morning.
I suppose I should be revising for the Bzf CA that is due 8 hours and 10 minutes from now.
Unsurprisingly, I've yet to do so.
My slothful nature has again resurfaced.
Guess I'll just... flip through the pages for a bit later on.
...Boring piece of shit.
Odd - I don't remember what's happened over the weekend.
If i'm experiencing a time warp of some sort, someone please let me know.
So how is it that one is able to disremember the occurring events merely a few days ago?
The last thing I recalled was heading home to bed after Charles's birthday celebration in school.
Then again, the vast majority of the human populace are often living in ignorance of either one thing or the other.
Thing is, there is no possible way for any one individual to be conscious of every single happening in the universe; on that note, it doesn't come as much of a surprise if it actually did take place.
Well never mind that.
Apparently I'm beginning to sound like some philosophical nut here.
My mind's in a blank.
I start to wonder what school'll be like later on.
Um, I suppose the word "normal" would be best fit?
I'm pretty sure nothing much's going to happen.
I'll head to school, stroll around in the mall after that and then head home to sleep.
That'll be the end of Monday.
Just why am I thinking about what's to happen when the day hasn't even started?
...
Times like these, I feel like fifty.
