Dream Day/Frankenstein's Birthday
2004-03-11 @ 10:26 p.m.

I'm doing a last-minute GP essay, which basically means it's going to be pathetic, because you can't bluff your way through a GP essay. There goes my "brilliant" streak. Told you it was a fluke! The essay's going to end up quite short, with precious little substance. You know what, I don't particularly care about that anymore. It's liberating to finish work for the sake of finishing it, not because you're trying to get a good grade. I wonder if my henna tattoo will fade by Tuesday? I want Mel to tattoo my whole arm this time! I think it's damn fun watching the henna flake off. It would be better if henna came in different colours though. Does it actually? Sigh, maybe I should go back to the essay now. It's the last hurdle to cross for Term 1, before I can delude myself into thinking I can actually enjoy my holidays. I feel guilty whenever I see people reading stuff for History. I can't find the motivation to read up on my own. I don't mind reading authors like Italo Calvino, but Martin Walker, Peter Calvocoressi, David Painter, William Doyle, Eric Hobsbawn? Give me a break, I actually don't really like History much. God help me for the next two years...