The effects that stress has on me could go two ways: One, I become totally immersed in depression, become extremely moody, broody and generally not a nice person to be around. Two, I become totally ditzy, bimbotic (as reflected by the last entry) and just plain irritating.

Anyway. Since I'm in Mode 2 now, I'm trying to resist the urge to watch Mission Kashmir again. Or trooping down to Video Ezy to rent a truckload of Hrithik Roshan movies. If not Hrithik Roshan, then Aamir Khan will do just fine. Hrithik's more Greek god-like. Aamir's if you like the dark brooding sort.

But. I've got to finish up my Euro studies essay. And it needs a LOT of tweaking. I'm probably going to have to take it apart and start from scratch.

And oh yes, the people who have indicated their interest in a study partner, we should get together to study soon, and I have yet to pass you and you the CDs. Reminder to self.

The new Foo Fighters album is coming out in October, ooweeeeeee! Life is almost worth living again! I'm very nearly happy again, getting my healthy dosages of John Travolta, Rupert Grint, Hrithik Roshan and (soon enough), Dave Grohl.