While I was dreaming the other night I suddenly realised how thirsty I was so I reached out to my nightstand for my water bottle and chugged down some water. Then out of nowhere I started to wonder if I was dreaming all of that or if I was actually drinking water; so I reached to touch my mouth to see if it was wet. And it was. Sufficient evidence that I was indeed awake. But the creepy thing is that when I woke up in the morning there was no water bottle on my nightstand. Weird.
It's been a long day with tuts/labs, some quality library time, then work. I only get ten/fifteen minutes for dinner so I always have to either rush and feel sick afterwards cos I normally eat semi-slow, or not eat actual meal-type food then get the munchies later on which is never good since I inevitably end up eating unhealthy junk at around eleven/midnight.
Unmotivated -- basically sums up how I've been feeling the past few weeks. No desire whatsoever to study, and worse, the feeling of there being no need to study. I know I'll regret it closer to exam time but for now, whatever.
You know what my favourite thing about How I Met Your Mother is? I love how they say "awesome" a lot. I love that word. But only if it's said with an American accent. "Awesome" doesn't sound right -- doesn't sound truly awesome -- if it's said with any other accent, especially British/NZ (the latter is more like "oar-sum"). Hmmm...
And 1984 is AMAZING. Orwell is amazing. Everything about that book is amazing. It is definitely one of my top 5 favourite books of all time.
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