Something is wrong with me. It's as if, I prefer to get stressed up because there's a piling long list of things to be done and the fact that none has been done, when I could have just dived straight into my room confinement and diligently doing everything on the to-do list. Every now and then I would glance at the time(I'm already taken another look glimpse at the computer clock again), gape at it, gasp at it, murmur 'oh shit I got no time', and resume my every other off-tangent work I'm doing. Off tangent work would mean anything - anything at all, that's not the least related to prom preparation, room cleaning and stuffs packing.
Oh gosh, and I found a few strands of hair entwined between the bristles of my comb this morning. I should really go get things done before I get so stressed that I'll be pulling all my hair off.
And I'm still here. Guess someone has to clash the cymbals right beside my ears to wake me up from Lalaland into my time-is-running-out reality.
WAKE UP IVY! NOT MUCH TIME LEFT HOY!
Well, I guess it's not working. I still wanna watch Trick.
This is Rehabilitation Day 1.
