World Cup Withdrawal??
more like that feeling you get when you've been out partying all night then you wake up the next day and somehow the whole day feels wrong. well, to me anyway.

spent last night watching the finale to Germany 2006 World Cup for the heck of it. initially wasn't sure who to support but 5 minutes into the game, i picked Italy. :p in truth, part of it was in spite of everyone who told me they'd be rooting for France all day and the rest was just because they were playing well. oh, and because they beat Germany.

don't get me wrong, i rooted for Germany but this sick mentality of mine that tells me, if they were actually good enough to beat Germany (they got through Oliver Khan!) then they should be able to get through France..haha. don't ask.

after my 1 hour plus of sleep, it was surprisingly not-too-difficult to drag myself out of bed, change and get to uni. yes, i looked crappy, pale, had panda eyes and i was in no mood to care about dressing up so i ended up matching a dark purple baby-t, very-faded-black jeans and bright orange sandals. what?? they're comfortable, a'ight!

thank God i only had 1 lecture today. to be honest, this is the earliest i've ever been home on a monday. eleven-freakin-o' clock. A.M. i usually hang around for no better reason than, staying out of home but today, i was just too tired and in dire need of the comfort of my bed...needless to say, i came home and crashed. Viva Italia.....zzzzZZZZZ!