Finals week! AH!
Damn I have to agree with Voltaire when he said "God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh". It's finals week and, coincidentally, the most beautiful weather we've had in the past two weeks. How am I supposed to do all this writing and studying on 72 degree blue-sky days when I could be out playing frisbee or taking Sebastian to the park?
I'm also having problems thinking about whether or not a friend might like me and whether or not I like him. What to do?
On top of all this, I'm really feeling sexually frustrated. It's been a while... Not long enough for me to feel justified in complaining, but long enough for all my pleasant innocent daytime fantasies to turn abruptly sexual when my maternal instincts are at rest.
So that's the present scoop. Choices about what I want and trying to avoid thinking with my Twat. How will I ever balance all this crap!? AND still get my finals done and do well!?
It's all okay, though, because as soon as I'm done I get to go to a PARTY!!!! At RICK's!!! I'm gonna boogaloo till I puke. Well, not really... I haven't puked from drinking in years, and I don't plan on it. I'm gonna be pleasantly plowed. Sensibly sloshed. Shitty. =)
I'm also having problems thinking about whether or not a friend might like me and whether or not I like him. What to do?
On top of all this, I'm really feeling sexually frustrated. It's been a while... Not long enough for me to feel justified in complaining, but long enough for all my pleasant innocent daytime fantasies to turn abruptly sexual when my maternal instincts are at rest.
So that's the present scoop. Choices about what I want and trying to avoid thinking with my Twat. How will I ever balance all this crap!? AND still get my finals done and do well!?
It's all okay, though, because as soon as I'm done I get to go to a PARTY!!!! At RICK's!!! I'm gonna boogaloo till I puke. Well, not really... I haven't puked from drinking in years, and I don't plan on it. I'm gonna be pleasantly plowed. Sensibly sloshed. Shitty. =)