I spent the entire afternoon watching TV today. I never really liked TV and I only use it as a desperate cling from the throes of absolute boredom. There were actually tons of other things I could've done today (like study--ugh) but this was just one of those days when you are too bored to do much of anything. So I made use of my ass and watched TV.

I'm really worried about the exams. If there's anything I'm really bad at, it's at studying. I have the attention span of a two-year old cause somehow, I cannot concentrate at anything for a long time. And when I do get the hang of studying, I fail at the exam anyway. It distresses me when I don't remember things right away--I begin to worry about Alzheimer's disease. Blah, life sucks but then I've got four more years. I'll make it, somehow.

The neighbors next door are beginning to annoy the sh*t out of me. They've got some religious organization or something because there are always tons of cars parked on the driveway and they're always singing. The noise was so bad that I had a hard time sleeping last night. And it was their singing that woke me up in the morning. Okay, I'm not dissing them because they've got a major love of God or an obsession for singing 24/7. But please--other people are trying to get some sleep.

Since I'm already bitching around, might as well bitch about everything else. Sometimes, I feel like I'm not worthy of life on Earth. We dropped by the supermarket to get some ice cream after church today, and I was worrying about where the pore strips were. Now aren't I a terrific human being? My friends at school are getting their electricity cut because their parents can't pay the bills and here I am, freaking out at my stupid blackheads. I don't know, sometimes I feel guilty for having a good life. Think of all the starving people and sh*t. I mean, I know it's not my fault they're starving. So why am I feeling so guilty?

This whole worrying business is giving me a migraine.