'Frustrated' is becoming one of the very common words I use to describe my emotion of the day. I expected to finish my philo essay today and start on my studying for test tomorrow. But, no. At 11.33pm today, I just settled home, ate some instant noodles to diffuse the violent and destructive tendencies that comes with frustration, and pettily realised how some people have been working up my displeasure. Circumstances that are out of my control seemed to have doomed my essay and my test to failure. C grades are unavoidable and I may just be nurturing a D. What is this?! Must some things always seem so mutually exclusive? Isn't it possible to do both things at once. I'm tired and frustrated. Do I have that many things to do?