Hey there mosquito... fuck you.

Last night I woke up with an extremely itchy right arm. Turned out I was bitten in 34985 places by a single, crazy mosquito. It's that time of the year again when my entire family can sleep soundly and I itch, toss and turn all night because apparently all mosquitos find my blood tastier than other people. After I tended my arm, my middle finger started itching. Ironic. It was swollen and kept throbbing for an hour before I went to sleep. I'll sleep with a tube of Fenistil beside my pillow whole summer.

It's hot like hell outside and cold like north pole inside. I'm this close to being sick, but I'm holding on.

They're playing Hey There Delilah on the radio and all I sing the song with the lyrics to Hey There Seeker. Fandom is awesome.

I have to memorize 157 questions for a certificate exam. I don't know how many questions I'll get out of that pool, but studying (in any shape or form) is boring. I don't understand a word of what I'm reading (mostly because I have no idea what they're talking about since we're just memorizing stuff instead of learning it.)

I can't believe how broke I am this month. I'll pay my credit card bill the day after tomorrow and I'll be left with 4 or 5 bucks. I haven't been asking my mom for money for a very long time, but I think it's time.

That's it, I'm bored.