Concussed

Its... 9.47am on my desktop clock right now and I'm sitting at the Atrium with a horrible squeaky chair that sqeaks whenever I move around.

Social Psychology starts at 10, and I feel sooooooooooooo concussed.

Or rather, I'd give anything to concuss on my bed right now.

I spent 8 hours in CP yesterday, of which, most of the time was dedicated to waiting for food and eating.

I can still fit in my pants okay =.=

I must've slept all the fats off. I woke up hungry again this morning.

Damn you, metabolism.

I want to concussssssssssssssssssssss.

Curl up into a ball and sleep with the curtains drawn, door closed, fan on medium, hugging my big bolster while my other, smaller, giam chai bolster is behind me.

Then wake up in a few days in some weird position and feeling really, really hungry.

Then I can go eat again.

WHERE IS EN PING?!

Class starts in 9 minutes. I better pack up slowly and start pulling my tired self off to class.

I can't even remember where my classroom is =.=

(Yeah, I find it damn fun to have fonts of so many different sizes, bolding and italicising, AND MAKING WORDS RED!)