Mood: Bored to a very deadly death from doing LA essay. Who cares about research funding, man? Seriously. >_< OK, so maybe you are interested in that topic. OK fine, anyone but me, I guess. Boohoo. Thus I am currently slacking off. I have a very unrealistic aim, which is to finish my essay (current word count: 332) when my playlist is exhausted: 58 minutes (less than that, actually). Very unrealistic, indeed. I just keep thinking about all sorts of random things, from body piercings, barbequed meat, to the guy on the streets carrying this large bouquet of flowers. He was smiling so sweetly, I expect he was rushing to meet his sweetheart. How very sweet indeed. =D Someone save me now and appear at my doorstep with a nice-smelling bouquet of flowers! Actually, an extension of deadline will be very nice too. I shall stop whining. Did I already mention I am getting extremely picky on the words I use nowadays? Like, I can spend minutes deciding on which word to use. In the end, I probably end up using the one I was using originally. Is this called being perfectionistic, or being fickle-minded? Sigh, the ambiguity of words. (Current word count: 366) Recalling swimming training yesterday, it was quite an experience. I expected myself to be aching all over now, but I'm actually not! I'm not aching at all, in fact. How wonderful. Nevertheless, I regret to say that I was one of the slowest swimmers. Bah. That fact will be changed soon, and I will become one of the fastest swimmers history has ever seen. Watch me! I am suddenly very sad, because I just remembered how I have totally not shopped at all this holiday. What a loserish life I have! You know the quote, "A girl's not a girl 'til she's shopped 10 miles"? (OK fine, so I made that up) Yikes. Better rush, I have less than 40 minutes left before my time ends. Prepare a glass coffin for my beautiful body to lie upon. =p

3/16/2006 08:46:00 pm;