I am done. I have to physically turn some things in, but all the work is done and I'm pretty much packed up. My room echoes really bad now that its almost empty ( Read more... )

Sometmies I feel like my only purpose in life is to wait for "Snakes on a Plane" to premiere. I don't know what I'll do afterwards...besides see it like, 5 more times ( Read more... )

I've officially seen all of Firefly, plus Serenity. So now I can list all my problems with it ( Read more... )

I have so much to do and not enough time to do it ( Read more... )

My computer restarted itself in the middle of the night. I have no idea why or how.
Even though I swear I saved it, a good portion of my psych paper is gone now.
Sigh.

I've renewed my interest in South Africa. I'm completely mesmerized by how beautiful the University of Cape Town is.

Oh, yeah...psych paper.

Time goes much faster late at night. I swear it was 1am like, 5 minutes ago ( Read more... )

Language disorders make me waaay too happy. I would really enjoy my psych paper much more if it wasn't like...due on Friday. But I'm 4 pages in which is to be considered "progress". I hate psych articles because every other sentence cites some other study and it's difficult to use anything as a source ( Read more... )

I want the weekend to be here. Why?
1. My psych paper will be done
2. I will be forever DONE with phonetics
3. I will be DRUNK.

Very, very drunk. I'm excited.

but until then...must work. Then drunk.

Dear chemo and related medications:
Stop fucking up the last Sunday before I have a major lab due, and a 15pg paper. I do not have time for muscle spasms and migraines. And nausea. And various other things.

Tuesday will definitely be an all nighter or at least a very late nighter. I'm buying frappucinos.