the lines on my palms hurts. last night i dreamt that i was flying and that always happen after reading too much harry potter; yuk kindly loaned me her entire collection so to keep me occupied while everyone's occupied with staying out of the country. i really could too, get out. nobody else wants to tag along.

the birthday girl is losing all her night life. wanting to go home to sleep at 1130pm is something that social loafers like us understand but dont quite agree with. i too need to hit the books tomorrow so i could survive tutoring 2 hours of statistics.

everyone takes me too seriously. actually i'm a joker inside.