Blessed Thursday

The day ended at 130pm. Earliest day for the sem. Everyone was happy, but I had mixed feelings. Don't think the pharmaco test was good. I should say it was bad, I think i can do much more better than that. Having answers at finger tips seemed to be a foreign thing to me, and it's getting more and more distant from me. What's the problem? I don't know why, but I can't help it but to blame it to hall, and all the distractions present.
Ask myself what i want. I'm not sure. People might think i'm superficial, but i think i want excellent results. I'm not some prodigy or Mensa genuis, I need time to mug and drill those muscarines and nicotines into my brain! And frankly, i enjoy having them there.
This brings me to another issue. The moving out issue. So many ideas so many comments. Which should i take? I'm kinda confused. I gotta get to know myself more sometimes. Don't really know what i want or what i like... Can i live alone? Or I'll die if i don't talk to my neighbours...
Stop thinking for a moment. Think i better go take a nap, before leaving for a 6 hour rehearsal tonight!