the best laid plans of mice and men
often go awry
leaving nothing but grief and pain
instead of promised joy.

 i missed out on a lot of things in college.  i'm not necessarily complaining.  but that's just how it's been.

fuck, i don't know.

i'm unhappy.  it's time for a bottle of tequila.

I'm scared as shit about the two tests I have left.  Tomorrow and Monday.  Then summer.

After today, because I don't have class tomorrow, I think I only have one more of each class.  One OB class.  One OB final a week from today.  One clinical.  One research class.  One research poster presentation a week from today.  One patho.  One HESI test May 8th.  One patho final May 11th.  The end ( Read more... )

there's people in my class that have gotten on our professors' bad sides by taking problems that could've been addressed with these teachers to the dean without first confronting the teachers about whatever.  grant it, i HATED my one professor last semester, but i never went above her head with my problems before confronting her in a relatively ( Read more... )

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Moose is gone and I don't know what to do, I'm so sad.  I hope he's ok, I hope someone took him in or something.  I put up signs, I just want someone to bring him back to me alive and fine.  I can't think about anything else.  I love him so much, and it's my fault.  I accidentally let him out and I just want him back. 

School, I swear, will eventually cause me to have a fucking stroke.  I can't overstate how much I hate hate hate it.  I just.  Want.  Some paychecks.

immaculate schiavo,
your praises we sing
you eat with no tube now
with johnny cochran
b-a-n-a-n-a-s
b-a-n-a-n-a-s