This is painful to write

I’m pushing myself to blog. I was supposed to do it last night but, what a ‘surprise’, I procrastinated. I’ve got nothing much to say, really. It’s like I’ve blogged as many times as I would be allowed to in this lifetime and I just can’t do it anymore. By the way, is it just me, or is everyone getting boring-er by the day?

(Hah! I turned on the modem but didn’t connect to the internet. Stupidity at its peak. Nah. I’ve done sillier things. I just had to say it. Stupidity at its peak)

Anyhow, it’s time I write something. This place is growing mold.

The exams are over but I didn’t get the feeling of extreme happiness :P I’m happy, alright, it’s evident through my face. You’ll see me smiling while I’m walking, sitting, sleeping, almost always when I’m alone. Scary? Haha! That’s why I buried my face in the table yesterday after I finished my last question. So people don’t think I’ve lost my sanity. But the feeling is just not it. Did I grow up? Aw! Adults are boring!

The second last paper didn’t kill me even though it was darn stressful. It gave me pimples. Yay. Not. Now I’ve got the constellation of Aquila with a missing dot to the left of my chin. Although I think it looks more like a scorpion. I don’t understand constellations. They don’t look like whatever they’re supposed to be. Some are missing tails, some are missing legs, some are…you get my point. So I say mine is a scorpion.

My paragraphs aren’t connecting. Hahaha! You know what? I can’t write. Can’t believe I posted this up. Think I’ll go bury my face in the wall now.