Once you get to this point, is there really any sense in going to bed?

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, a little delayed, obviously.

I'm off to work now. Shoot me.

life is a series of calluses, and this is just another layer

Just got home from art floor.

Still have exam at 8 in the morning.

Just realized that I haven't eating anything but a turkey sandwich around three and some fries around 5.

Am hungry, but too tired to fix self food.

I'm not cut out for higher education.

I'm completely exhausted.

Have an exam in Anthropology way early in the morning.

Have to go to work in an hour.

And am cursed with headache.

I'm tired and annoyed. My ankle hurts.

Finally finished my paper for Intro. No one reads livejournals anymore.

Meh.

Concerns about livejournal not being updated can now be silenced.

I have drawn a lot. My birthday is Tuesday. Most of my friends come home Friday. I am pleased.

fin.

I wish that I had something interesting to write about, or at least that I am pretentious enough to jot down every little detail of my not so interesting life for you all to follow ( Read more... )

I'm inexplicably happy, but inexplicably sad at the same time.

What a conundrum.