h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

i deprive myself of sleep over the weekend, i worry about undone schoolwork, i dread going to school, and as a result i acquire seven pimples. (they like to label 'em acne or blemishes to be polite, but i don't feel like being polite to myself. ).
so what is the moral of the story, boys and girls? (or maybe it should be adults and adolescents; i've never known little kids to develop pimples unless they are a)very sickly or b)very dirty).
the moral of the story is: do. not. worry. or. you. will. have. more. to. worry. about.
my beloved audience (you can tell i'm in a sweetly-queer state of mind), would you like to hear me relate the Day's Events to you?
They're not particularly interesting or extraordinary, but a lot of people who read journal entries don't seem to mind this. (And here, I add in a quote from my former english/literature donkey-pig-teacher, who was actually quoting someone else (whom i can't remember) when he quoted the quote i am about to quote - 'We read to know we are not alone'. Which is probably why a lot of people like everyday entries talking about everyday stuff. And stuff like Our Town (by Thornton Wilder. it's a play. ). Because they can relate to whoever's writing. )
I went to school. First day of term 3 after the long June break. I was feeling calm-collected-confident (not because i had finished my homework, mind...I haven't finished my homework yet. ) I stepped into the class. About 7 minutes later, I realised the classroom contained a nice new air-con. (Previously, we only had 4 ceiling fans). Ooh. Nice. Then I patch up my physics homework with some help from a clever friend. Then everyone goes to the amphitheatre for assembly. The principal tells us about the new aircon-ed classrooms. Apparently, the entire sec4 block has them. which means all the sec4s will sit in aircon-ed comfort until they leave the school this year. the principal then announces to the sec3s that they will only install the aircons in sec3 classrooms next year. and that the reason why 3 certain sec3 classrooms got aircon-ed along with the sec4 classrooms is because they just happened to be in the same block. So maybe we're lucky.
Not so. For the rest of the day, my arms are almost permanently tucked behind my back and against the seat, in an attempt to seek refuge from the cold. I'll have to start carrying a jacket/cardigan/jumper/sweater/anything-to-keep-warm to school from now on.
And after school we do a tech. run for the play the drama club's going to put up on friday. (yesi'minthedramaclubdon'tworryikeepquietthere). Agonising. That's what tech. runs are.
But the lighting was very, very good. Professional-like. They were specially installed and fixed in certain positions just for the play.
Anyway, after all that tech. run stuff, I walked home. Because I didn't want to take the bus or go home by car. I took 35 minutes to walk home. Not bad, considering I took 1 hour to walk home when I first tried it two months ago.

My life revolves around school and stress. Have you realised that yet, my-curious-readers?
Holidays offer a brief respite from sheeps and rats, but holidays never last as long as I want them to.
Never mind. School is enjoyable if you enjoy indulging in melancholia.
And sometimes I enjoy school.

(we must try to be happy?)