new obsession:

May 10, 2006 23:40

And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go

After spending the weekend with the my most favorites, it is increasingly difficult to make myself get to work. I need to write that 10-12 pg Scotland paper and a 5-7 page wonder for Southern Politics on the strategies the Democrats should employ to win the South next presidential election. I'm thinking: pray for a miracle.
I accidentally looked at the application for med school today. I'm terrified. No wonder they tell you that it's going to take you at least a month and a half to fill out. It is intense to say the least. Oh and I need to write that personal essay about why I'm going to be the best damn doctor that ever has been. How do you go about not making that sound insanely monotonous and cliche? Blah.
Beach Weekend? No thanks, I HATE Myrtle Beach. Paper writing instead. I guess I'm ok with being a hermit these days. I have senioritis a year early.
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