I don't know how hall people survive the lack of sleep, or the lack of personal time. They must really really like to mix around with people a lot.

But i will continue to do my best and participate. Although my aching body asks me to stop, and my mind constantly asks me why, i find myself coming back to my room each night satisfied.

At least i've made closer friends each day. At least i know i did my best in whatever i could.

I've been constantly giving myself excuses and reasons that it's only week 3, no reason to mug or get serious in work yet. It's still playtime each night. itunes, internet, sch network tv, if not supper, or dota. Books are collecting dusts.

Running lil bit short on energy, i guess my priorities are still right for now.

It's 1220 already. Lesson at 2. Haven't eaten. Haven't showered.

At least i get to see baby later. =)