Oh God, I love my new year in college so far but seriously... the workload is a bit crazy. You have to stay on your toes a lot more, there are tests coming out of my ears at this rate. I'm practically doing 3 tests a week it seems. My days are 9am-4pm usually, but when I come home I like to relax a bit, eat dinner, check up on some things online. Then boom. Next thing I know it I'm tired and want to go to bed. I find myself doing homework at about 6:30am and I'm sick of it. One thing I am pleased about though... is I don't have math until Thursday, but knowing me, I'll probably only bother doing my homework for it Wednesday night or Thursday morning.

And this next bit is directed towards my former friend...
You were almost perfect, I wish you were someone else. Similar mind, different body/life. I sincerely hope everything you've ever told me was true, but I know there are many occasions you have lied to me, probably because you thought you were protecting me, but it was all so obvious.
Most of all, I wish you weren't such a sleaze-bag.

Me + 4 hours of World History Homework (college level, mind you.) = Bitchmode.

I spent an hour making vegetable soup that tasted no where as delicious as it smelt.
Also, I have to leave my pyjama bubble to go to the post office and get some cat biscuits.

Three more assignments, on top of the novella I have to write? I wub Year 12!

Why hello, sore throat. Really bad timing.

So my sister called me crying ---> -__-

Of course she always has to make herself out to be the victim, I hope she doesn't expect me to feel bad for her though, because I don't.

So many pages to read, and so little motivation to do it. I feel like I'm gonna be in over my head unless I can get all this stuff done today, but I can't focus on anything at the moment. :/

I'm feeling like utter shit tonight, and I really can't put it into words, I think it can be best described as 'growing pains'. I really just don't know anymore, I don't know what I want or what I need, an it's now down to small things like eating or sleeping. I'm just so cold and miserable tonight and I really don't know what to do to make me feel even slightly better.

My American Literature professor is so frustrating. If you express an opinion or an interpretation with which she doesn't agree, then your views are automatically incorrect and invalid. The beauty of literature is that there isn't a right answer-- anyone who sees it as black and white shouldn't be teaching.

Last time I checked, my name doesn't have an invisible "e" anywhere in it, so it shouldn't be pronounced like it does.

I HATE reading stories that were written a long time ago. Why? Because most of the time, they're written in such a manner that I can barely understand them. Fuck it.

Wheatley is being such a little terror tonight.

I have the worst headache over a World History quiz! I've gotten 9 wrong (so far. It's online) out of 20, and the answers I put were in the fucking textbook! I want to kill my World History teacher. I feel like I'm going to pass out. My mom is yelling at ME over this. Tonight is Meet the Teacher night at school, and I just want to see what they think of this mega dick.

Have to have someone come over to fix our broken window today, ugh social interaction.

I am crying my eyes out because of poor Jamey who killed himself because of some fucking bullies only cuz he's gay.

There's a party on tomorrow night and I'm so sick of people trying to get me to go. It's a forty minute commute out there, another forty home, and I'll only be there for two hours at most. Plus, I would much rather curl up with someone and a good movie than go to another party. I just wish everyone would stop hassling me!

I wish I could fast-forward to tomorrow.

Double-posting 'cause I fail at life.
I'm so embarrassed. My brother's friend came over quite unexpectedly, the house is a mess and I look like a bum. I'm ruining my chances with the football team.

Sooo, my being-sick-every-day season has officially began. I caught the flu. My stomach hurts like crazy and my nose is fucked up. It will be like this until Spring. FML.

I came back yesterday from my 4-day excursion and I feel so sore...I will never walk that much like I did those days or see things that I saw in that damn disco...

The sad truth is that their will always be jerks out their bullying others on their orientation, ethnicity, etc. When I was a little this kid committed suicide who went to my elementary school. I wasn't friends with him, but he was very nice although shy and he lived across the street from me. Ever since then I've always made a concious effort to be friendly to others, not just by their orientation but even if they're an outcast.

When I was in 6th grade my parents had just gotten divorced and they didn't handle it very well, it was messy and ugly and I became depressed and wouldn't talk to anyone... I mean literally I didn't talk even when someone asked me my name. My freshmen year of High School I made a concious effort to change myself for the better and I'm so glad that I did.

To relate this back to the topic. Because of my experiences I try to help others the best I can, whether it's defending them against a bully or getting my friends and I to sit with them at the lunch table.

At the end of the day we're all human beings, we're all one in the same.

I woke up smiling for the first time in a long time, and now I'm close to bursting into tears. It's kind of funny how things can go so wrong so quickly.

I hope none of you have tickets to the London Olympics next year, because the public transport in London really is appalling. I've been to quite a few countries in the Western world and without a doubt this country's has been the worst for public transport. It's ludicrously overpriced, incredibly unreliable and completely unable to cope with the amount of people using it each day. It feels like you're on a cattle train, and let me tell you, chivalry most definitely is dead and I'm pretty sure it died on the train I was on this evening.

I felt like crap the last few days. Always sleepy, tired, not in the mood for anything other than sleeping my ass off. Going to college every day certainly doesn't help either. All I need is a nice little one week break, during which I would sleep from 11 pm to 1 pm. Maybe that would make me feel better.

^ That's how I've been feeling lately, and I haven't even started college yet. I think I kinda made myself sick on purpose so I had an excuse to stay in bed. I don't have the motivation for anything, and it just sucks.