I spent the last 2 days laughing my ass of with van and chris. And I thought about the trip to Christchurch, then I thought of our meat eating competition then I thought of our jumping-off-the-wharf plan.

And suddenly, I realized I am in deep shit. I did nothing to my essay, tests and opinions. Now I've to swallow all my laughter and cry. No right to complain, no right to feel stress, no right to ask for help. I brought it all upon myself. But... damn. Serve me right.