Boredom lalala

I am thinking of a better description of today - more than exhaustion, pressure and passion. They are fortitude of whim. it didn't last long, until I am now typing my diary on my bed. I would say I am too tired to think, express the tire and tension. Now I would like to have a good night sleep. And wake up at 6 tomorrow, continue to work up my history essays, and if luckily finish reading the last chapter of miss Jean Brodie. I decided not to give up english literature. Yes, reading is delightful but the reading for exam is distasteful and the teacher is detestable. Still I think I could better, if I work harder and put more effort in this subject. I should learn to get over the things I hate rather than staving off them. It is an important learning experience. I don't want to let myself and my parents down. Goodnight.