As much work as I have to do and as much as I want to sleep and rest and have my mom take care of me and feed me and give me backrubs, I really, really, REALLY do not want to leave this place. And I'm not particularly sad or anything, I just have this feeling of stubborness like if I don't do what I'm supposed to do today I just may have to stay ( Read more... )

I am very, very tired, but, alas!, I have yet to do my Spanish final paper and my FNENS handout for tomorrow's shitty presentation.

I love my life and I love my Quince; I wish I could go to sleep, though.

My eyes sting.

Budna sam. A još ni esej nisam završila.

Zora je svanula. Jutro je prekrasno.

He says I'm irresistable...

butwhy?

Apparently, Microsoft Office has worse grammar than I do...

...nothing short of saucy...

I suppose I'm more-or-less back to normal again. Apparently, there is something about that whole eight-hours-of-sleep-per-night thing ( Read more... )

Hanging out in the cafeteria with Mike at 4am rocks my socks off...especially if we're going to stay here all night trying to finish our final paper outline/annotated bibliography.

This is college, I suppose.

Edit: Mike just gave me a carnation he got from one of the vases on the tables. So adorable, ain't it?

2005: The year the Earth got tired of putting up with people's shit.

Think about it, it started with a tsunami, and so far has included earthquakes, serious hurricanes, deadly mudslides, etc. It sure must feel self-righteous to the Earth.

I'm going to take a shower.

Pax.

Also, apparently, I'm unable to do my homework before I check everyone's recently updated profiles on the Facebook, check my LJ, read my friends' MySpace and Xanga and check my email compulsively.