the week of crapp

yes, crapp spelt with two P's because that's how crappy it was.

let me outline the details.. i could spare you, but please humour me for the next few paragraphs..

the work of the last four months finally caught up with me on monday. imagine a turtle at birth, when it first gets it's shell.. over time, the shell grows as the turtle body grows.. so the turtle progresses happily and naively for a few months.. but one day, the shell doubles it's size. unfortunately, in a cruel twist of nature and it's demented sense of humour, the turtle body is left as miserable and pathetically scrawny as it was before.

that's what it was like. i shit you not.

over the last week, i have developed a sincere, burning hate for the days of the week.. i swear that mondays were created to remind one of the unfairness of life.. in fact, it is strangely biased towards non-schooling things.. like fish.. sorry, bad pun [i.e. a school of fish] even my sense of humour is suffering. tuesdays are for remembering that you've got FOUR DAYS TO FRIDAY!!! wednesdays.. you'd think one would be happy that you're halfway through.. WRONG.. it means that you've got two days to finish all your work before next week.. thursdays are truly detestable.. i'm serious.. they serve no purpose whatsoever in the week except to make you more tired than anything else.. friday.. you look forward to it.. but wait, someone comes along and tells you "oh, you were supposed to get this done before next week".. WTH??

i was so tired this week.. everytime i got back after school, i just wanted to sleep.. i actually did.. at jane's place, i just die on the couch.. i reckon i should carry a sign around my neck saying "i'm not dead" for everytime i pass out on the couch..

like last week, i came home on friday.. skipped youth... finished dinner aroung quarter to nine.. conked out on the sofa.. dead in bed by nine thirty.. woke up at nine the next day... apparently, i slept 11 and a half hours straight..

great~