Ramble on...
Snap.
It's almost 5am.
Amphetaminegurl strikes again.
I'm actually unusually tired and unmotivated. Feelings I'm not supposed to be having right now.
Too bad I have at least a gazillion flash cards to make and more studying to be done before 9:30am hits. I knew I would do this. One would think I like making myself miserable last minute.
More bad habits I'm reverting to. This is the first and last time I will save psychology homework until the last minute. Funny thing I could probably make half of the flash cards I'm supposed to and Faith the flakey prof wouldn't even notice, and I could probably pass my test without studying another fucking word but good girls study.
What?
Good thing no one is online at this killer hour or I would talk way too much. I think I will just type until my hearts content right here.
You don't have to be reading this.
This is lonely.
Kodachrome and Mr. Baggins are giving me creepy stares.
Ah. I need music.
Better.
Thank you Flaming Lips.
I HATE INDEX CARDS.
I just had to brave the cold and ice to go all the way to the 24hour Walgreens to buy more index cards. And then my debit card wouldn't work on their machine for some reason and I had to use the atm there and get charged up the ass for using it because it's not national city. Fuck you index cards, national city and walgreens. They're all out to get me.
Right.
Ah. Flash cards. Gotta go make some...
Peace.
It's almost 5am.
Amphetaminegurl strikes again.
I'm actually unusually tired and unmotivated. Feelings I'm not supposed to be having right now.
Too bad I have at least a gazillion flash cards to make and more studying to be done before 9:30am hits. I knew I would do this. One would think I like making myself miserable last minute.
More bad habits I'm reverting to. This is the first and last time I will save psychology homework until the last minute. Funny thing I could probably make half of the flash cards I'm supposed to and Faith the flakey prof wouldn't even notice, and I could probably pass my test without studying another fucking word but good girls study.
What?
Good thing no one is online at this killer hour or I would talk way too much. I think I will just type until my hearts content right here.
You don't have to be reading this.
This is lonely.
Kodachrome and Mr. Baggins are giving me creepy stares.
Ah. I need music.
Better.
Thank you Flaming Lips.
I HATE INDEX CARDS.
I just had to brave the cold and ice to go all the way to the 24hour Walgreens to buy more index cards. And then my debit card wouldn't work on their machine for some reason and I had to use the atm there and get charged up the ass for using it because it's not national city. Fuck you index cards, national city and walgreens. They're all out to get me.
Right.
Ah. Flash cards. Gotta go make some...
Peace.