Pills.

At least I have someone to teman me in stressing and freaking out. :)
Okay, maybe I feel like killing him or knocking him on the head with a coconut, but still. At least he's doing something since his exams are over.
So unlike mine. What is the point of Moral anyway? It's not like our levels of morality are going to increase after memorizing that bunch of lines. Our stress levels, maybe. It is the only subject I really do not care about getting an A on, besides Civics and Health. Useless nonsense.
I wonder what my emcee partner is up to. I haven't even called him. Maybe tomorrow morning.
And WordPress is not sending me the email they promised on my forgotten password, thereby blocking all possibilities of me accessing the JYM website. Ish.
I haven't packed. No way on earth are Angeline and I ever going to get to KKB on time unless I pray really, really hard instead of concentrating on my Science paper II. In which case I just might as well skip the test.
I feel confused and obviously, overly stressed, noting everything that has been happening in my life for the past...er...day. Which is a lot! Including trying to take six little Panadol tablets, which is not unusual behaviour for me, a Panadol-addict. But my mother thought differently and has decided she doesn't care what I get for this year's exams as long as I don't over-stress (and stop eating so much Panadol).
Like I would allow myself to get anything lower than a B. *shudders*
I promise, I'll try to chill, kay?