I think I tried too hard to be a superwoman. It's like my lecturer said, 'You are intelligent, but you're also very lazy.' Procrastination is killing me, man. It's not like I learn from mistakes, ever. Alas, my Accounting paper today has left me in a state of dire worthlessness, humiliation, stupidity and disdain. I knew I could have done it better if I studied the day before, not like 4 hours before the paper! I feel like I could beat myself up, kick my big fucking ass, mutilate my skin.

You know, the shame I would have to endure when the lecturer (who I have taken fancy to) marks my paper. He would think I'm hopeless. I can't believe how I could go from 50, to 77, to the vicious depths of the unknown.

Of course, it always pays to be optimistic. (Please please God, let me get an A or something as nice as that!)

I'm bored to death, I have knitted 1/10 of a sweater and I am bored. I feel sad.

Labels: business class, depressing, sad