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my sleeping habits are obviously not getting any better.

GRR> *pokes part of brain in charge of sleeping timing* work you lazy piece of sausage, WORK!

hm. brains remind me of long strings of sausages. or should that be intestines? pondering time.

i just realised 'pondering about porn' rhymes.

genius.

anyway to spare you the brilliant-ness of myself, let's see what we did today for orientation!

i disgraced myself on the track cos i totally suck at the mass dance.

brain does not coordinate hand-leg, only eye-hand (read: para para!)

having a partner doesn't help. seriously. it just makes the coordination problem even worse.

(EQ's perspective: takes a glance to her left and sees her cousin smacked on the floor. not moving. thinking her cousin has suffered from not-enough-clothes withdrawal again. even though her cousin takes up 9427/1ooo of the space in the cupboard she and EQ share. and the bar holding the clothes is about to snap under the immense strain.)

and the people on the balcony filming us, please, don't degrade yourselves. go find other things for entertainment (looking at the wall of achievements outside the general office?) it'll be more fun than watching a bunch of noob J1s desperately trying to perfect a dance that is supposedly "easy peasy".

oh i know why people watch us. so they can do this: watch, stare, point, laugh. repeat as many times as necessary.

ah well, public humiliation is all part of growing up.

MY IDOL: MR. BENZIE DIO :DDDDDDDDD (even his name is funky! woot!)