This post is dedicated to all the people out there on FB, who know they shouldn't be on FB but are on FB anyway, out of a lonely little desire to feel like in the midst of all of this, they're still connected! to something bigger.

... It makes me laugh, a little; to think that we're all out on here with virtually the same statuses "HELP" "FML" "AH STRESSED", "FFFFFML", etc; and all bonded in a weird Sense Of Solidarity.

Oh, it's good to be a 21st century teen!

I have been attempting to revise Balance of Payments for the past few hours or so.

I made a mindmap. Which was good. After that everything kind of died.

Whitby said colours help with memory retention, or some shizz. I say definitely some shizz. My notes are now just a general scrawl of orange, green, and yellow (trust me to pick the worst-coordinated colours, too) and are not any less confusing.

In a desperate, last-ditch attempt to Be Motivated; I am even listening to the HSM3 soundtrack. Josh's recommendation. Oddly, their songs're pretty motivational, actually; and besides, Efron has >>>>> street cred than Bieber...right?

Oh well. Productivity now, to make up for tomorrow. Because tomorrow is looking to be a purely Weekend-Weekend kind of day. The 'rents're flying off Down Under in the morning, I'm meeting Di to head to the American Club for a gym and catchup session, and then apparently Erik gets license to whisk me away during any part of my day, anywhere, in whatever I'm wearing.

NOT while I'm in the gym. If he does, I will hit him with the elliptical handbar.

Yesterday I wrote a song for Carol. I'm finally stepping out of the Hush Sound/Dido-sounding corner- I like writing Broadway songs now- it's fun to be able to be a little bit witty and a whole lot feisty and to not have to care about much at all.

I drove Mum up the wall last night trying to work out the chords- her on the piano, me singing insistently "no, not that one" "not that one either" "...no, no, no"

I realize that when I am tired, I can become a bit of a perfectionist. Too bad it only applies to my art and not my Econs revision.

...It all paid off, though; because today I gave Carol a little rendition at the back of the classroom, and she loved it and compared it to Cell Block Tango and I was all WHOABOI and immensely flattered, if highly skeptical, because Cell Block Tango is, like, the Great Expectations of jazz music- only with garters and black stockings.

... Bring on the weekend; I'm ready.

Riiiight after I snag these eight (...I know- eight! eight! What an extravagance) hours of sleep and enjoy my unproductive Saturday to the hilt.

I wish I had a season pass to Disney Land. I could study on the Flying Dumbo rides and when the mid-evening sleepies set in; I totally think a spin on Space Mountain would work way better than caffeine. Hell, Mickey Mouse DISCOVERED caffeine.

He also discovered sugar, weed, and Red Bull.

I want to see Pocahontas.

Night.