I have the powers to feel futuristic vibes (anticipation plus imagination). When I feel lucky, i'm lucky. When I feel a foreboding death... Stop! Don't think about it, no! But I think about it, imagine it, visualize it, and it comes TRUE...

I officially hate Wednesdays. There is nothing more fun than waking up at 730a.m. and hitting the snooze button indefinitely until my biological clock blares a red alert, and rush me into superwoman mode, where it takes only 10 mins to get out of the house and run to the bus-stop. Yes. 10 mins. Forgo the face-washing, lotion-creaming, daily fiber-drinking. There is simply no time! And while im at it (complaining), I might as well add that after my 830a.m. class, I have an unwanted long 4 hours break before my next class. Following that, a back to back 3 hours work, class again, and 3 MORE hours of work before my day is officially done at 12 a.m.

Fun!

Of course, it hasnt happen yet. But it will soon. Just like the previous semester, and the semester before that, and the semester before that. Isn't it lucky that I always somehow manage to enroll in the stu-pid 830a.m. class, when I know that I wont sleep till at least 2p.m.

It's 2a.m and I'm not asleep. Like I didnt expect that.