Here's to never growing up

It's a Wednesday that feels like a Thursday. 

I promised myself that I will try to understand Cystic Fibrosis tonight, but oh well...  Keeping to my promise to a friend that I'll blog is way more important than biology (Be touched, you-know-who!!!). Basically, I'm still in post-exam mode, although we're suppose to be like super hardworking and all by now. The externals are in a month and I'm sitting here, with Cystic Fibrosis staring at me and me staring at my computer screen like nobody's business.

And after this I'm gonna eat a cupcake and maybe watch a movie and sleep and wake up at 8 tomorrow morning. MY GOSH I REALLY NEED TO START STUDYING!!! And I have my entire weekend occupied with nonsense. Okay I'm feeling guilty already. 

Someone just told me that he's tired of studying and dealing with all this shit, and all I wanna say is "My gosh, I feel you". Sometimes, during lectures, I just sit in class, and think, "I don't even NEED to know this". I'm quite positive that what we're learning now, is only needed for this 18 month course, and will not be touched again after this. Then what's the point of all this? 

We over study, a lot, and spend time on stuff that doesn't even matter. I wish we could just tell them what we wanna do with our lives and they'll come out with something that suits us just right. Then I wouldn't have to waste my brain cells on things that means nothing to me and my future. 

I used to not mind learning stuff, well, I still don't. It's the sitting for exam part that kills my mood. Exams ain't just about knowing your facts. You have to know what the examiner expects and stuff like that, and I hate it. People that excel in the exams don't necessarily  mean that they are smart or they can handle the subjects well. They just know how to predict the marking scheme well that's all. Okay I'm writing a freaking essay on this shit. ANYWAYS, exams are meaningless. It totally contradicts with my decision of going for the A Levels but whatever. 

I'm already counting down to my next visit home. This time, I'm not gonna ask anyone out or go for any gathering, and I'm not gonna call my driving instructor. I will quarantine myself at home, sleep until I can't fall asleep anymore, and eat good food, and play some music and embrace the presence of a television. I don't know why but I'm so so tired these days. I can't seem to sleep before midnight, no matter how much I want to go to bed at 9pm. And I'll end up dozing off in class. Funny brain I have.

Okay I realized I'm going off topic (not like I had any), probably because I'm getting hungry. Hungry, at 10.35pm, and I say I wanna go on a diet. I don't know how they manage to eat steam vegetable 3 meals a day, 7 days a week. I'd die if I go one day without carbs.