One of my oddness is that I won't study until the last few hours before big time.
I don't know why; but people call it denial, that I refuse to study until that exact moment that I can't run or hide anymore.
There is this unusual excitement waiting for the exam; this flaming jittery, disturbingly interesting that I can't rest my eyes upon my books.
This is when I start watching late night movies, until I exhaust my physique it can't lead a single muscle to move.
I always find my material interesting, until exam is nearing. As time creeps slowly waiting to sack me up into the study jail, I completely lost my interest. Knowing me, my friends would not lend me a piece of advice, they would let me wonder; they know even my parents can't seize my vigor down.
At all other times I would, well not study, but at least afford quite a few visits to the library. Perhaps grabbing a book or two to feed the empty soul.
But this current stance can't make me walk away from my room. Maybe tomorrow.
There's always tomorrow.
