Santana is the shit

I am in the middle of doing my English homework, which should have been e-mailed since yesterday. There was no deadline but I would have preferred it to have been done by yesterday. Alas, my hope for doing supplementary essays have been dashed. I fear I cannot get those done now, with time running out to do my design coursework. Eeek.

I have missed my 2 only art classes this week and not that happy about it. Heard I didn't miss that much, but still. Hah am I a nerd? Bleh.

I was really not feeling well though. I do have some good drugs now that help immensely. I'd still be in a mess if it wasn't for my pharmacist who absolutely rocks. Do you even care to read about my unhealthy state? Didn't think so. However, I am so very tempted to include gory details of my chesty cough and the like. :)

I just blogged on my other blogs, checked everyone's journal and now doing my own whining. Not much to whine about tonight. I am mostly all alone online. Everyone's asleep or busy. I should be happy really. Santana helps somewhat. Samba Pa Ti. Only recently I realised that "Pa Ti (for you)" was how it was written and not "Patty". I had heard it before in my younger days and had never seen it written out. I used to think, wow, that Patty huh, must have been some chic.

I'm switching back to that shitty English thing and just cringing. I so don't want to do it. Bleh. I know, procrastination. I have to do it in stages. This will not do for the frigging exam Trace. I write better on the computer than on paper. I have grown so used to this cut and paste and delete thing that I just can't get out of it. My essays would be a lot better if I had a fucking computer in front of me for the exam. Must..write..on..paper.

*sigh* I go to my doom.