So right now, I’m at the libray at uni. I got the best spot in da house because I’m here at the ungodly hour of 8.20am. And living 1.5 hours away means that I got out of bed at 6am this morning to make it here at 8.20am. I probably have the label ‘nerd’ from all my classmates by now, since most of them know that I’m always at the library. Maybe I should lie, and play it like I don’t do any uni work, then when results come out I won’t look like a dork if i didn’t do too well.

The library is dead quiet in the mornings, I got to choose one of the few Mac computers and a corner spot by the window with a view of Swanston St and everything. But I don’t feel like starting on my work yet. I feel a bit jaded considering I’ve been awake since 4am, lying in bed staring at the ceiling as if it may hold the secret or code to all my unanswered questions. Unfortunately, my bedroom ceiling is just a nice neutral cream colour and nothing else.

Say hi to my schedule. Somewhere in there, I have to squeeze in a week of 9-5 work hours. This christmas, I’m asking santa for a clone.