Thursday, November 11th 1999

They have scrambled Juice. We can hear it, but we can’t see it anymore. We’re devestated. What are we supposed to do now?

I have an exam tomorrow, but I don’t really care. I did a little study today, until I realised that there’s not really all that much I can learn. If I don’t know it by now, I never will. I need 22/50, and mass com is an easy subject to waffle in.

I was up til 6am, reading until I was so tired that I could actually stop thinking. Today I made myself cry, arguing with myself. I’m not a very nice person. But it’s okay, I’ll ease through it.

Um what else? Dunno really. I’ve been in my pajamas all day. You know the score, chief.

Chalk it all up to exam stress, yeah? Yeah.