Dear Diary,

its only the 2nd week of school and i already cant breathe. i cant feel my pulse and my chest certainly isnt moving. i have a 33 hr week and that equates to no life. and due to my no life schedule, i cant go for one of my core modules tutorial.... after all sorts of permutations and combinations. why does shit like this always happen to me.... ta ma de

just went to cut my hair.... and sort of dyed it.... in a very not obvious color.... wondered if i wasted my money. i think i did. but i got my hair a nice 10min treatment, which cost me 25 bucks (just for treatment). i am like sooo broke now. maybe i should sue the hair salon for ripping me off.... damn u hair salons!!! (you guys better start complimenting my new hair cut and color or i will hack your heads off too)

the steppers are practicing outside my window now... which is quite annoying. i cant do my work. its half an hour to the Golden Globes. i am procastinating about writing my lab report and revising my notes. i noe its a bit early to revise anything. but i need my As. badly. Desperately.

i hope brokeback mountain wins..... considering its such a groundbreaking film.

oh ta ma de, my blk comm just jio-ed me to go chinatown for blk outing. i hate that place. and i hate crowds. i would rather spend the next 2 hours watching the golden globes. because i am such a banana. i dunno why pple like to use the word jio. its so...... boorish....and unrefined.... like crude oil. i hate that word. so people, STOP USING IT.

i am like writing a whole thesis on my nonsensical life here. if only i can write this much for my lab report. which i will start reading in like 10 seconds.

cant wait for tomorrow. tmr marks the last day of ihg.... for me. no more funka, no more ihg. life is good...... besides the fact that i have a 33hr week. but then you know that already, don't you?

peace out y'all