Routine.
It seems like I'm tired of drinking! I hate spending money on alcohol, and, besides, now, while it is holidays, parties became routine. Hate such a feeling, when you become tired of funny things.
I wish to stay at home for a week without seeing my friends and parents and to draw something. It was winter, when I last took a pencil and draw a deplorable portrait of Gary Oldman as Dracula. Oh, twas a terrible daub.
Also I hate myself for not beind styding English while holidays. I remember the words that my grammar teacher said: 'If you won't study all the time, you'll never speek English well'. Of course I understand that I should study, I understand that my grammar and lexicon are poor, but I can't overcome my laziness. Fucking lazybone, awful student. I should try to learn something tomorrow. A couple of new words at least.
Now I'm going to read some pages of amazing 'A Storm of Swords' by George Martin (I'm really nuts about this series of books!) and go to bed. Good night, people!