The Pensieve

Studying in the library is pure tortureeee!

It’s really really cold, and your senses can get a bit dulled, you start to doperise (but you think, CANNOT SLEEP! Don’t wanna die in the cold like the little matchgirl!!!), your friends come poke you, talk to you, and occasionally, wave VCDS containing the complete series of Band of Brothers (or issit Gang) in front of you… Your shawl thingy doesn’t seem to work very well… It just barely keeps your fingers from frostbite… (tmr I might bring the Brazilian flag!)

Then you face this GERD-causing, headache-triggering, projectile vomiting-inducing thick textbook…

As you study, your body’s metabolism slows down, your core temperature dips, your start to get paraesthesiae of the fingers, you start staring at your watch, willing time to go faster…

Right opposite you, your friend falls asleep with his mouth wide open, letting out tiny snores…

But after all that pain, and mind-numbing cramming, you feel kind of good! Does that make you kind of masochistic? (in a non-sexual way)

Anyway, tomorrow I shall equip myself with some peanuts or papers rolled into small balls, can practice tabletop ‘basketball’, if the enticing scene presents itself again!