Bad Day

It was a bad bad bad bad day. I stepped out of the examination room feeling good as my first paper had been a breeze. Considering I didnt even study for that paper, I was confident of doing well. A question on TiVo came out in the exam. Do you know what's TiVo? Well, I wouldnt have known what it was, but I did, because I learned that from Sex and the City. Oh thank you, Miranda Hobbes, thank you for the extra marks I got from knowing what the hell is TiVo. I asked Fish if he knew what was Tivo, and he asked me if it means lesbian. Hahahaha it had me in stitches...

On to my bad day. I even had the time to goof around with my friend in the computer lab where we snapped pictures of us making faces. Ok, those pictures turned out to be badly taken, but that's me, still looking happy. Boy, did I know that in 2 hours time, I would end my second paper practically in tears, and puking on the floor. This was a module I had to retake a second time this semester, and I had actually invested time in it, so fuck it. It sucks. Codes and hardware stuff turns me off, so yeah, leave those to the freaks and geeks.

Tried to cheer myself up so I bought shoes. I still felt like crap. And by the way, I tried the new SunSilk, better known as Organics, and wow! It smells really nice and makes my hair soft. Who says you have to spend a bomb to get beautiful hair?

Well, I'm off to blast some more Daniel Powter's "Bad Day" and pour myself a shot..