It's cold, windy and wet outside. I really don't feel like going out. But I have to because I'm working tonight. I'll be leaving my house in a couple of hours time. My work clothes are still in the dryer. The dryer doesn't seem to work well these days. The dishwasher is down. The dish-washing liquid by the sink ran out for about a week until I finally bought a new bottle yesterday.

It has been a busy week. My last week of lectures. I really can't believe it. It's the last of my lectures this year. Not that I'm happy about it. I'm not. I haven't even got halfway through the subjects and there will be no more lectures. Self-study seems harder than it sounds.

I should make a trip to the library during the holidays to do something productive. Like complete my previous workshop questions and practice essays. I got my results for my first coursework. 60 marks. It was bad and I don't feel happy that I passed either. Oh well, what can I expect? Just blame myself.

Somehow, when it all seems wrong, like getting wet under the rain, there will always be a familiar tune to cheer things up..

I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feelin'
I'm happy again

=)

P.S. OMG I sound so schizo.