freddy's gonna kill me 'cos i still haven't started on my part yet and i'm damn damn tired. donohue's gonna slaughter my grades 'cos i won't be able to hand up yet another unassessed assignment and i'm damn damn tired. my marketing group had better be grateful for the vast improvement in english i made to our case critique as well as scaling the grossly exceeded word limit of 1816 down to 1425. and my child language group (which consists of three year threes except me, who've all done psycholinguistics but for me!) had better be super appreciative of the fact that i wrote three-fifths of our essay (though one of them did hafta do the dirty job of phonetic transcription).
i shall have no time to prepare for my german oral on thursday as well as the semester test 2 and vocabulary test 3. and i have tuition again tomorrow evening. and i'm still here typing non-stop on my journal. i sort of held on to somebody's hand by accident (again!) the other day and he didn't pull away but i did. (then again, he didn't have the time to, 'cos i was too fast.) it took me many days to finally journal about this. late hours always cause us to do crazy things (and this applies on two levels). actually i have a motive for writing this, which otherwise should have been locked.