Yesterday: Got to school in the morning to finish the marking; couldn't do any research work; went out for lunch and stuff; came back to sleep; evening partying for Aidan. I keep thinking, how is it that I'm wasting time like that? Or am I really wasting time? But anyway, about Aidan's party. It was nice, kind of. We all stand around chatting with our own cliques and stuff. It was fun to chat with the usual suspects, like Berkant, Pan, Aidan, Carlos, Jessica, and Karel. But it was also interesting to chat with the people I rarely talk to, like Ian, Bruce and Craig. By the end of the evening, though, some of us usual suspects sat down on a nice couch because our feet were sore. And then we were home under heavy rain.

So here's what's happening inside me. I'm back to a state of depression, I think, having the pressure from so many fronts. So instead of tackling the works, I resort to my own bed and work on my little puzzle books. That's probably not a good idea, I'd think.

To me, the prospects of living in a large house and stuff really don't motivate me to graduate sooner...