New update page?
Wow... I'm not a huge fan of this new update page. The box is entirely too big and that's intimidating. I really do miss the old days of livejournal where everything was exclusive and you had to receive an invite to get an account [or just shell out a whopping 5 bucks for a paid account], either way, things were different back then. I really, really, REALLY wish I hadn't of deleted my old accounts - cause they'd be interesting to read now, I should have just made them private. I r teh dumb. Lost memories from the ages of 16 to 18... which were bad memories, for the most part - but pretty important none the less.
I'm literally hours away from being completely done with this semester. I was supposed to finish my research paper last night - but it ended up taking much longer than I anticipated and probably won't produce a finished draft until later this afternoon - or if I'm not focussed enough, tonight. I just want it to be done... I have a feeling my prof is going to grade it pretty harshly, and I would hate to blow an entire semester of good work on a not so amazing paper. But I guess if that happens - is it the end of the world? I've been so obsessed with school since way before it started, last summer... I need a break. But this break already feels weird since I'm moving out [which doesn't even seem real] because I don't feel comfortable here, like this is my house anymore, but I also don't feel incredibley comfortable with the idea of living at my co-op. Don't get me wrong, I want to move out - but here in the transition period I'm feeling a bit like ...but home is nowhere.
My life is just constantly up and down. Compared to last summer, I'm doing quite well - but in the grand scheme of things, I'm not doing fantastic by any means. Things have been pretty difficult lately -and I've had half a mind to just call it quits on lots of stuff. Who knows.
On Tuesday, I was going to have some gingerbread cookies (and this was so God telling me that I'm not allowed to eat stuff like that), and they were in a big plastic tub. So I try to pull off the lid and it puts this huge, deep gash in my right index finger. Oddly enough, it didn't bleed... but holy hell does it feel gross OR WHAT.
I should definitely be asleep right now, but I've got a 10'oclock with DeLinda. My car doesn't work, so I have to ride the bus - I'm so tired... all I need to do today is finish up my paper and make an MLA works cited [where is my handbook?!?!] and work out, of course... I'll find a way to get my paper up to campus tomorrow. I'm ready to not be busy anymore, but unfortunately that looks like it won't be happening until summer, at the earliest - and even then, it is questionable.
I'm literally hours away from being completely done with this semester. I was supposed to finish my research paper last night - but it ended up taking much longer than I anticipated and probably won't produce a finished draft until later this afternoon - or if I'm not focussed enough, tonight. I just want it to be done... I have a feeling my prof is going to grade it pretty harshly, and I would hate to blow an entire semester of good work on a not so amazing paper. But I guess if that happens - is it the end of the world? I've been so obsessed with school since way before it started, last summer... I need a break. But this break already feels weird since I'm moving out [which doesn't even seem real] because I don't feel comfortable here, like this is my house anymore, but I also don't feel incredibley comfortable with the idea of living at my co-op. Don't get me wrong, I want to move out - but here in the transition period I'm feeling a bit like ...but home is nowhere.
My life is just constantly up and down. Compared to last summer, I'm doing quite well - but in the grand scheme of things, I'm not doing fantastic by any means. Things have been pretty difficult lately -and I've had half a mind to just call it quits on lots of stuff. Who knows.
On Tuesday, I was going to have some gingerbread cookies (and this was so God telling me that I'm not allowed to eat stuff like that), and they were in a big plastic tub. So I try to pull off the lid and it puts this huge, deep gash in my right index finger. Oddly enough, it didn't bleed... but holy hell does it feel gross OR WHAT.
I should definitely be asleep right now, but I've got a 10'oclock with DeLinda. My car doesn't work, so I have to ride the bus - I'm so tired... all I need to do today is finish up my paper and make an MLA works cited [where is my handbook?!?!] and work out, of course... I'll find a way to get my paper up to campus tomorrow. I'm ready to not be busy anymore, but unfortunately that looks like it won't be happening until summer, at the earliest - and even then, it is questionable.