Leap Day/Festival Of Rhythm & Blues (Florida)
2004-02-29 @ 11:31 p.m.

Thanks to Sophia's link to Jireh's diary, I've discovered that a third of my senior class keep online diaries. Wonderful, more distractions from the omnipresent essay. I hate doing work at night, under pressure. Presumably, I thrive under it. For some arcane reason though, there seems to be an acute lack of information on the particular time period I'm researching on the Terror in France during the Revolution. I'm trying to find out what exactly Robespierre was doing during the last months of 1793. I know he went around killing various political groups in 1794. That's all I know actually. I'm desperately praying that my presentation won't be tomorrow, and yet at the same time I want it over, all said and done. Just another of the inherent conflicts in life. Life is all about conflicts and tensions. I hate that, I like a well-ordered universe where I can create the occasional disruption purely for my amusement. I'm slowly going mad, or will be going mad shortly, what with my essay deadlines coming up. Everyone's started on/finished them. I feel guilty, yet liberated. How odd.

Today was altogether crummy, except for the treat that Mr Ong gave a bunch of us at NYDC. I'm addicted to the desserts there already, and it doesn't help that there's an NYDC in Holland Village. I'm going to be broke soon. Anyway, things started well, the Cookie Monster Mudpie was a sinful chocolate mess. Then I went down to library@orchard, where I discovered to my displeasure that the books I wanted to borrow were all already on loan, probably to other Humanities students. So it happened that Queenstown Community Library had copies of some of them, so I was going to take a bus back to church. Shirley, I think I did get on on the wrong side, because 111 just did this loop thing and I ended up on the opposite of Orchard, literally. Anyway, told my parents to go to the library and get the books, but they either dawdled too much in church, or the library closed really early. Didn't get any books, after wasting the whole afternoon. Barely restrained myself from shouting over my handphone at my dad, because he was being a total idiot about picking me up. Won't elaborate, because I'm still feeling annoyed about the whole damn thing. Basically, I had to be content with going to Woodlands Regional Library to photocopy reference books. I hate our public libraries now, which only reinforces my belief that the only book worth having is a book you own. That explains why I know possess a copy of the 6th edition of Wheelock's Latin, which is far more practical than continually borrowing, renewing, returning, reborrowing a single copy of an outdated edition of Teach Yourself Latin. With that, I come full circle to the start of my entry, with me trying to come up with something to present tomorrow during Mr Rollason's tutorial, so he won't think I'm a hopeless slacker. Don't you just love my life?