Picking up broken pieces?

I think 2009 is a year whereby I honestly spent too much time idling around. It's so unlike last year when I knew what I want to achieve. I myself feel surprised about the 360° change of perspective, (okay maybe just 180°) Whatever. Personally, I do feel the pressure and intensivity, but somehow I don't feel like doing anything to overcome them. :/

Gotten back my Social Studies Prelim results, I scored reasonably well but there's something missing. (Only I don't know what is it ..) &Moreover, problems kept occurring. I was so effing pissed at my own life today that I vented my anger on almost everyone I know. Well basically it was because of my freaking humongous ulcer which has been preventing me from having a good meal, for almost a week. &Worst still, I tried all sorts of methods: Drank loads of water (2litres in a few minutes today), applied Bonjela & even rubbed salt thrice on it! (That I teared and pinched myself -.-) And there's other problems added to my trouble. Zzz :/

I'd rather exchange with a broken leg than suffer in this way. Argh I can't even eat my home-made pizza and hashbrowns! Not forgetting normal winglets. =.= /&Today a marker ink happened to leak out in my spongey-pencilcase and my whole arms & hands and uniform got covered in red ink! Bad news was they can't be washed by normal soap, gotta wait till school ends to hurry home for MagicClean. D: Okay I'm off, I'm gonna numb my wounds with ice.