I have a sudden strange urge to go out and buy a hamster (it shall be grey, for I like grey) just so I can use it for the upcoming Biology experiment on respiration.

But then again I had a strange urge last week to let go of Saoirse and watch her fall 5 stories down into the rather disgusting looking pseudo swamp, possibly killing one of the fishes inside while killing everything in her hard drive.

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For once in a long while, it seems that for the English test we had today, most people opted to do the Prose. Out of habit, stubbornness and training drilled in by Miss Bong from over two years ago, I chose to do the Poem - which was literally a mindfuck but not a mindfuck at the same time. Oh dear. I really hope I do alright for it, my English essays have been most dreadful as of late, paining me greatly.

Sigh I really don't feel like doing any work. I'm starting to feel vaguely burnt out again even though I have hardly done anything substantial as of late. I would write a list out of the things bugging me now, but I think it would only serve to make me feel worse at the thought of such a great load, neatly laid out >.<