God paged me...you'll never see the light, who wants to see?

SO!

22 pages of a Japanese workbook
+
1 worksheet for Chapter 25 book (that killed me last week)
+
2 Kanji sheets
+
2 translation sheets
+
3 chapters of vocab to memorise
+
2 chapters of Kanji to memorise
+
a seminar on Japanese advertising to prepare for
+
One "Mrs Dalloway" to read
=
BRAIN COMBUSTION AND DEATH.

D:

And then, fucking Sod's Law, of course everyone wants me to go out this weekend. This entire week I barely communicated with people (being locked in your room does that) and have barely heard a word from anyone and then now?
- Films tomorrow night with Andy
- Meeting a guy who could become my Japanese exchange partner tomorrow at 3
- Abi's boyfriend is up so was MEANT to go out for a drink tonight
- Hallowe'en costume stuff to sort
- Meeting Flic tomorrow at 1
- Chinese with the flat tomorrow night

D:

WHY DO YOU TORTURE ME GOD?


P.S., side note, I don't consider Matt my boyfriend in my head anymore