wrong side of the bed

i feel inanely BORED and there's some random bigass ant flying about the room. i kinda feel like killing it. and kinda don't feel like killing it.

there's probably stuff to be done, i've just dragged out the clothes i'll be bringing to hall.. and felt rather bleh. like why am i doing this to myself. i should just stay at home within my comfort zone. and i thought about all the things i'll miss, like having so much space to myself. and all the things i'll have to put up with, that i don't know why i'm making myself put up with when i don't really have to put up with peeling formica, sleeping next to my study table. missing home and my mom. more blehh-ness.

now i understand why people have second thoughts.
i feel damn noob.
am highly irritated today.
don't like having nothing to do.. and don't like evening programs.. i wanna whine. i'm annoyed with my computer. it's boring. why do i like it in the first place. not making sense. SIAN is the word.
BLEH. !@#$%&())&^##$^@#$~!@#$^%&^*%!@%$!#