plague.

the night before, my hands move in a scripted motion, placing post-its next to another. scribbling mini notes one after another. final's schedule in different colored pieces of importance. i'm a procrastinator-- an actual expert (you might say?) everything in texts or scripts are now left astray, it comes, and it goes through my thick skull. painfully still-- my Microeconomics paper is bound to make me toss and turn on the chair (barely a comfort to my supple ass, really) and foresees a failed attempt on trying to get that amplitude of calm in Never-never-land.
and my saturday night was stained with a little drowsy mind bugger. call it luck, call it an epiphany. or, maybe not. my previous paper before Microeconomics was rightly planned by God, deceiving at first with the mistake made madness-- but almost stochastic, i stumbled upon realizing the stupid dumb mistakes done in my Statistics paper during the day. darn. it was too late though. how i wish i could turn back time and erase it. its mind-boggling dont you think? knowing that you've done a mistake (quite big i say) and you can do nothing to fix it. lord, can i have an 'eraser' please? pronto!
but on the other hand, my supple ass did manage to survive through Microeconomics somehow though. it wasnt that bad actually. *smiling a little* and im aiming high now. (yeah, i know.) and so, here's me, at home, blogging happily. i have like a week more until my last paper. oh my lord, i need a pavlova!