statistics = the formula for the common man.

be still, my trembling heart.

a scrubbing brush is lodged firmly in my throat, wearing down the sides at the rate acid burns through paper. my nose is clogged, i feel like im on fire (something i would be very happy with on another occasion) even though i can still feel the aircon, and i've finished my packet of cough drop sweets. my brain has melted; i couldn't give the correct answer for econs even though the answer was written on the board. all this and i still have 6 1/2 more hours till im officially released from the maniacal clutches of school today.

oh mr batman sir, please come and take me away in your batmobile.

on an absolutely random note and extreme (maybe not) exaggeration, july had better come bloody damn soon, or my life would continue to wilt away! i can't wait to indulge myself in probably the greatest cartoon of all time : THE SIMPSONS.

Doh!