So before the whole fritatta incident, I was sitting on my bed, glancing around my room, biting my lip, and trying to fathom what just happened ( Read more... )

It's 4 a.m.

And we have a 12 hour drive tomorrow... for which I have to begin preparing four hours from now. Fuck.

I cleaned the entire kitchen and my hands are ready to fall off

Get me out of this fucking apartment already!!

Fuckin' A ( Read more... )

Sometimes... communication can make a world of difference.

I can sleep happy tonight.

How is it 6 a.m. already? And how do I still have one section to finish? Plus an abstract and a reference list? SHIT! No chance this is going to get the review it needs... particularly at its currently length of 22 pages and counting...

WHY CAN'T MY MIND MAKE THIS GO FASTER???

I have 17 pages and two more sections plus an abstract to complete. Not to mention the painstaking process of going through it all and making sure I'm following APA format to the T. What a bitch ( Read more... )

So, after finishing page 3 (of a hypothesized 20) for my Gender Identity Disorder research paper, I packed up my stuff and walked through the brisk campus air to Evans music building to catch the second half of the semesterly World Music Concert, in which Gretchen was to be hitting Marimbas with fervent excitement ( Read more... )

feeling like shit sucks.

I just want this semester to be over.

Europe... here i come...

So ( Read more... )

Okay... so if I didn't already send you an email recommending this program, do take the suggestion and check out ( Read more... )