the sianness of it all

hola!
im blogging at 3.51 am cos im still making fuzz's present and writing her note. eeps.
came back from supper a little while ago.
even fuzz is asking me to blog.
but i have nothing much to say.
can u tell from the way im typing?
sigh.
life's a bitch here. i read a quote recently, something like- it takes courage to live and die but getting by is nothing much. i think im just getting by my days here. one semester has almost flown by and im just bored sick here. if its not projects and reports, then its quizzes. my finals are coming up in exactly a month's time and my hall peeps have started mugging.
met some like-minded people recently, but they all have their own unique baggage, which ive no intention of getting involved in. cryptic, yes.
two friends from other halls have asked me if i want to move over- ie they'll pull strings for me. but i'll have to play tennis for one hall ( sports hall with lots of cuties!) and run for another. tempted cos my hall's b o r i n g. but that's for next year and i dont know for sure cos they asked me casually.
tennis is one of the few bright sparks in my life. it feels very good to see shots soar nicely over the net, and to be on par with some guy players. ignited my love for it again, and i wish i had joined the tennis team here.
i wonder if im expecting too much out of life, and making it sound worse than it is. it just is sian and the sianness of it all is aggravating.
i need some excitement in life!
i think i should go copy the tutorial due tmr. ( oh, the irony)
good night, world- says the one looking out at you through sian eyes.