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History’s in seven days. I need to study. Instead I’m sitting in the common room, typing this out while waiting for Kesh to come out of the shower. I think something’s dying in the kitchen and/or mutating and will soon kill us in our sleep. Hence, why the mattresses are in the common room.

This is a long overdue update, and I’m gonna say that every post is overdue, cause, well. They are. Unless I’m at home and REALLY bored, I can’t seem to blog about anything. I mean, even this post. As you’ve probably noticed by now, this post is more of a saying something without anything to say thing.

Why don’t I blog more often I... Often wonder. (Haha.)

Well. I guess it’s cause in this place blogs are. Very important. So to speak. They’re actual manifestations of a person’s personality here. See, EVERYONE here has a blog. Like. Everyone. Except my chaletmates. Which is ironic, I admit. But I digress. And as result, there is, as you can imagine, MUCH networking and linking and shoutout-ing and Digging and commenting and flaming between the blogs here, and no blog updates (excluding mine) go unpunished. Wait, did I say punished? I meant Noticed. Cough.

Consider the following. (Don't read it if you don't like to hear an 18-year-old whining.)

Goals for the two months ending July 2009.

1. Prove that I can get an A in Maths and hence get a freaking predicted A.

2. Maintain a healthy, happy relationship with a member of the opposite sex.

Progress completed in achieving above goals (itemised).

Goal 1

1. Slave over past papers. (Uncheck)

2. Play nice with Aizan. (Uncheck)

3. Think in numbers. (Uncheck)

4. Sell soul to God of Maths. (Uncheck, but working on it.)

5. Surgically implant additional fingers in hands to improve arithmetic proficiency. (Uncheck)

6. Use Maths book as pillow to facilitate diffusion of knowledge from a saturated area to a... Vacuum. (Uncheck)

7. Bang head on wall. (Check)

One out of seven = 14%

Goal 2

1. Overcome conscience. (Uncheck)

2. Develop confident-bordering-on-arrogant swagger. (Uncheck)

3. Lose the gut. (Uncheck)

4. Try not to mumble. (Uncheck)

5. Practice pickup lines. (Check. I mean Uncheck. UNCHECK!)

6. Change my Facebook profile picture so I don't look like a homosexual suicidal fashion designer. (Uncheck. Thank you, Surrej.)

7. Grow a spine. (Uncheck.)

8. Be an ass. (Check.)

One out of eight. 12.5%

Therefore, I am 87% away from my goals (rounding up to the nearest percent). I have about a month left.

Godammit.

Here’s another thing.

My 18-year-long period of solitude (excluding a bittersweet month in 2006) has begun to manifest itself in a particularly strange way.

I’ll talk about that soon. But my next post will definitely be connected to it somehow. You’re just gonna have to find out how exactly.

Kesh is out of the shower.

My turn.

Note to self. Must remove hair plug.