TOUGHSTUFF: I KID YOU NOT!

It should be rather apparent now how my weekends tend to be predictable, if not downright dull these days. Gone were the partying, clubbing days now with the exams less than a month away--worse still are the company I've kept; from partying animals they were, nerds they are now with all the studying. And then there is the sinking feeling of guilt I experience on an hourly basis (but not exclusive to me alone) whenever there is nigh a sight of a textbook in front of me.

Needless to say I grabbed every opportunity which involved me not staying at home (to study) OR not studying in the library; and yesterday's HOMES (Cell-group thing) was Godsent (pun intended). Even dinner was atypical of the rice-dish affair--pizza! Food aside, it was great to meet new people so I guess everything was great yesterday night, nevermind the books at home.

Ah, but when conscience kicks in, it kicks you right at the nuts (it just wouldn't cut it if I were to use a medical term for the you-know-what). And so Saturday was dedicated to reclaiming the lost hours--which would've worked out fine if I hadn't waken up in the afternoon and spent hours with my best friend, the DS. Let's not even forget to mention how I, in a moment of insanity, decided to take a swim right after dinner when it was cold outside.

I lasted for about 15 minutes before getting a headache for a wet head in the cold.

Which means studying is postponed to tomorrow, assuming I'll feel better then.