When the going gets tough, the tough gets going..going..gone..

I hate my sleeping habits.

Therefore, I am going to move out of my apartment and go into seclusion on the library's fifth floor. I'm going to keep myself there until next week. When everything's done and over with. All I need now is a vending machine with an endless supply of snacks. And lots and lots of $1.25.

I told nerdking that someone should invent a magic pill that when taken, will give you all the motivation you need to complete your day's tasks. Anyone interested? Come on.. I promise I'll buy a lifetime's supply.. =]

So it's the last lap, the last leg, the final sprint, (fill in favourite metaphor), and this is the hardest part for me. Everything's coming to an end and
I'm all excited about going home. But I hate everything that comes before the "going home" part. Tying up all the loose ends, the finals, the packing, the moving, the changing of address, plus all those still unresolved unpleasant surprises I've received this semester. yucks. Half the time, I don't even know what's going on. If this is a preview to what the future holds, I'm doomed.

In all honesty, I quite like school. I like learning new things. It's the little irrelevant issues that come along with school that I hate. Rushing reports, that I can still take. Exams, it's all part of learning, fine. But irresponsible financial aid people who not only fail to aid me, but add to my misery?? Those little buggers not only fail to show up to work on time, lose my super important forms, have my parents Fed-ex new ones over overnight (super ex!), and then after three weeks, still nothing done about it! I'm ranting about this now because I just checked my school account and the half of my fees that was suppose to be paid off by my financial aid money, hasn't been cleared yet. Phoo!

Okay, there are too many words in the post. I don't think anyone's even bothered to finish reading this entire thing. Just another day of Nana complaining away again. Ho-hum, how interesting.

I'll leave you with this final thought. People should be re-educated on the etiquettes in the library, or be banned from ever entering one.