A day in the life of me and my psych essay.

Wake up.
Fiddle faddle with downloads and files.
Fiddle faddle with MSN.
Crouch in front of fridge, in search for food.
Found egg pie.
Heat up egg pie.
Eat egg pie while watching show.
Finish egg pie in less than 10 minutes.
Poke poke around on the net.
Look at readings.
Correction: Look at one sentence of readings.
Throw paper aside.
Sing song.
Tie hair up.
Search for hair clip.
Tie hair up in a different way.
Walk around room.
Saw mandarins.
Eat mandarin.
Ooo sour.
Read 5 plus pages of story book.
Look at readings.
Correction (again): Look at 2 sentences of readings.
Hair falls down.
Tie hair in a different way again.
Not happy.
Tie again.
Braid a little.
Clip to the side.
Clip bottom-up.
Clip up-bottom.
Hands tired of playing with hair.
Push hair up with hairband.
Read one paragraph of readings.
Check out blogs of other people.
Played with pore strip.
Fifteen minutes later, pull pore strip off.
Owwwwwwwwwwwwww...
Look at readings. Another 3 lines.
Decided to wash face and put on some moisturiser.
Put put put.
Play with hair again.
Check downloads.
Hmm...going slow today.
Check emails.
No new mails. =(
Read (O.o) one page of readings.
Sing songs.
Dance around the room.
Look for food again.
Found quiche that I bought with Sam yesterday.
Cut up really small piece. (I really am full.)
Heat up and eat.
Read another paragraph.
Read a bit more story book.
Oooohh!!
New mail!
New mail!
Miss Tan!
Bout Bassie's birthday.
Cool.
Read a bit bit more readings.
Blogging now.

In case you have NO idea what I have just been saying, it basically spells:

B-O-R-E-D