Perhaps the lack of sleep is helping in the way I don't get to think as much as I do. Could be a good thing.

My thoughts, my mind wandering, I was starting to hate it. These little distractions come exam time. I could well do without them. Wonder if they manifest themselves only because it's exam time.

"It's so sick that it becomes fascinating and there just has to be a song about it." - Till Lindemann.

Re-listening to Rammstein. But imeem doesn't want to give me the full length of the songs I grew up to.

In a way, I miss my dark and morbid days. Germans are like my likey favourite things.

Had the most assed of dreams the other night. Something to do with continuing studies in Berlin, Germany and my dad sending me there in a car because the road leading to the other option was jammed.

How fucked up.

As in, oh let's send Naz home lar, she study so much already... Oh, whoops, the road home is jammed, screw it, we send you to Berlin instead! *turn car left onto emptier road*

And like chocolate fudge on a banana sundae, the roomate I had was the most damn OFF person ever.

Puh. Dreams. What do they tell you about your subconscious, eh?