Complains Are Essential

My number of complaining and griping on hectic and frantic life has sturdily multiplied to infinity.

I nearly vomited blood when we are required to memorize 16 articles each with 250 words minimum regarding science and poets for this semester, wondering how I survived the previous semester with 12 articles was enough to cause an Armageddon. With Russian texts on Biology, Anatomy and poets for this semester? I hope for a black hole to just suck me in it.

6 hours of Physics yesterday with lecturer reading notes as fast as a bullet train, my phalanges and metacarpus were about to drop off any moment. Despite not having mathematics, I would personally prefer to crack my brain on counting other than playing logics torturing my puny brain.

Russian history is the one and only class which I felt like play school. We're required to memorise an article for each week [which I normally do so an hour before class cause' I normally place the book under my nose]. Other than that, this brat can be found either playing 'bad apple' on an iPod touch with the companions of his fellow comrades.

Like as if anyone bothers about this subject which is not even included in finals?

As I was walking back from main campus, I blindly assumed that a whole plot of land was frozen ice and moronically stepped into it. Shit! There goes my shoes and jeans soaked in a pool of muddy water. Add on to my list of chore I need to complete: Wash shoes!

On the other hand, we had a meeting regarding mission trip to Aktyubinsk this coming Saturday, am really anticipating for this activity!

I’ve got so much to read and absolutely no time [trust me, I’m sick of this phase as well].

Did I mentioned that it suddenly snowed AGAIN!

Recommended by the guy who seats behind me