76th post since I started this blog

Goood morning, Canada! No, I’m just joking – too much South Parking these days and now I’m blabbing nonsense. But actually it’s the only way to help me NOT lose my mind completely. So what’s new – I finally began to write my essay for the InterPol module – it’s about Realism, and writing itself is not a big deal, but all those rules how to reference, how to quote, how to cite really make me nervous. I sure hope I’ll do it right, ‘cause I don’t want to be accused of fucking plagiarism. On a brighter note, my CDs are increasing on a total of 2 every week. And it feels AWESOME! xD

I’m still bipolar, don’t think I’m okay now, after 5 minutes I’ll probably be feeling like crap. But apparently my friends think this is annoying – they can’t stand me when I’m hyper active, and they can’t stand me when I’m super-duper depressed. Fuck, I thought friends are supposed to support you, not to whine that I ruin their perfectly good mood. Hellooooo, find someone to explain to you how bipolarity works! It’s not my fucking fault, damn it. But I’m certainly not going to the doctor for this, ‘cause I might end up in the madhouse. Not that I don’t want to get out of here right now, but I’d prefer home to the funny farm. I have a month and one week left till we get home – no, I’m not counting down the days, I just checked. xD I’ll finish the essay today or tomorrow, then I have to make the damn report in psychology, then I have to write the other essay, again in psychology, and I’ll be done! Done for this semester, but at least I won’t have so many things to worry about.

If I haven’t said that before, my flatmates are insane! The other day one of the girls came to our room and said that it’s sparking clean. Wtf, if I see just one speck of dust on the floor, it’s dirty to me. And I thought I’m a messy person and wasn’t raised well. Who knew making your bed in the morning is a big deal. Anyway, they’re still cool and funny.

Did I mention I have voodoo dolls? 4, to be precise. They’re very cute, they sell them here at Store 21 for one pound each and whenever I go there to buy something, I get one. So if someone pisses me off, all I’ll need is just one hair of their head and some needles – and I already have the needles. xD Naah, I’m kidding, I wouldn’t do voodoo to someone, my karma is bad enough anyway. Wow, this post became too long, time to go watch South Park!