mother of god. it's effing 5am and i still can't sleep. i feel like i'm on a roll. when i close my eyes, i see all these IT terms dancing in my blank head. 

also, considering my touchscreen keypad refused to offer T9 services, i have to painstakingly type  each and every miserable letter. 

so it's basically the end of my midterm break, and i am having an epiphany. considering how far in i've been buried in my work, i still update my blog. it's an avenue to rant, and a pathway for dissatisfaction to be voiced out. considering life is never satisfying.

my thoughts are a mess, but there are too many things coming at me. i have to get up in 3 hours to drive my sister to school, in 11 hours submit my project and write a paper on computing shit. 

my first thought: i am screwed. 

anyway, i digress; the dance is in two weeks. between ranting her, drowning in coursework, nursing a confused heart and balancing a hectic social life (cause yea, i'm ALL that *inserts eye roll*), i still haven't found an ideal dress.

every girl wants to look her best for an occasion like this. i've been stressing out so much over this issue for a week, but then there are more important people to please than yourselves, right?

so where i left off, i've "found" my dress, no it's not ideal - but suitable enough. now only to make it mine. insert cynicism here because i am cynical at 5am. 

and the issue with a date. i'm already going with someone. 

it took me fifteen minutes to type this out. what the hell's wrong with me? bitter teens are bitter. wtf, and for once; i sincerely don't give a shit about spelling and grammatical errors.

i'm going delirious now. four days of crashing at 6am is taking its toll on me.