good news is: the aliens have agreed to leave my house on tuesday night 6pm.

Bad news is: my exams are on thursday.
and i have no table to study on.
You know what i feel like doing?

Like in those movies when the person gets angry and they
are conveniently near their work desks,
they just swipe the crap off. in one single move.
that's what i feel like doing..
it's really annoying me.
most of them are my mum's stuff..
and her clothes are in my cupboard.

don't freak out.
I love her.
She is my life.
and I am willing to jump in front of a car to save her.
no doubt about that.
so stop foaming.

Sorry but i think i may have OCD.
this entire 10 day operation has totally knocked me off my feet
and i can't think properly without worrying.
i need my space. i need a clean wide table.
spaces where i can walk without wearing slippers (cos it's real dusty)
clean toilets.
and i can't get well from this illness that i've been having for the past week..
might have abs from all the coughing by now :D
I hate it when my stuff mixes with other people.
It justs unnerves me.
sigh. why am i so weird. i wish i can stop feeling this way.

I am never gonna do this again.
Hell no.
Renovations when you are in the house
SUCK.
it sucks so bad i feel like puking.

okay rebekah please stop going crazy and do your work.