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for those of you whole still happen to read my shit: i know you've had sleepless nights worrying about me ... well no stress, kittens. yesterday in all its amazingness: woke up early, short sort of skimming review of my exam. i took the exam from 10-12, wrote for all 2 hours (my hand hurt so bad after) and i really think i did well ... i dont want to get ahead of myself or jinx it, but it could even be an A or a B. the feeling walking out of that office was one i will never forget ... amazing.
came home, bought groceries, returned my library books, cleaned the apartment, chilled with andi on the balcony and smoked a million cigs, took an hour long bath, finished my pleasure-reading book, drank a ton of red wine, and then my german loverman came over and we watched the big lebowski and had a slumber party ...
seriously. the upswing between the shittiness of all week and the amazingness of yesterday was ridiculous ... i got a headrush.
also my family agreed to give my broke ass some more money so i dont have to worry about not eating for the next four weeks, which is kinda nice. im on page 9 of this 12 page paper, which is sweet, and everything seems so MANAGEABLE. its beautiful, really. this weekend is party party party invites and chilling out and my roommie will be back so i wont be a crazy lady anymore. its hard to fathom that i'll be home in 4 weeks, but everything seems like it will be good for the next, um, year pretty much so im really not worried.
my biggest problem right now is the fact that its friday, 6 pm, im one of the dwindling number of losers still sitting in the library, and the stress of this week has sucked out my ability to concentrate. i just want to stretch out and take a nap on the floor. i want to power through for like two more hours and write a shit ton, but im not sure how feasible it will all be, but whatever ... as long as i finish this paper this weekend im happy happy. mmmm berlin thank you for being so good to me again.
came home, bought groceries, returned my library books, cleaned the apartment, chilled with andi on the balcony and smoked a million cigs, took an hour long bath, finished my pleasure-reading book, drank a ton of red wine, and then my german loverman came over and we watched the big lebowski and had a slumber party ...
seriously. the upswing between the shittiness of all week and the amazingness of yesterday was ridiculous ... i got a headrush.
also my family agreed to give my broke ass some more money so i dont have to worry about not eating for the next four weeks, which is kinda nice. im on page 9 of this 12 page paper, which is sweet, and everything seems so MANAGEABLE. its beautiful, really. this weekend is party party party invites and chilling out and my roommie will be back so i wont be a crazy lady anymore. its hard to fathom that i'll be home in 4 weeks, but everything seems like it will be good for the next, um, year pretty much so im really not worried.
my biggest problem right now is the fact that its friday, 6 pm, im one of the dwindling number of losers still sitting in the library, and the stress of this week has sucked out my ability to concentrate. i just want to stretch out and take a nap on the floor. i want to power through for like two more hours and write a shit ton, but im not sure how feasible it will all be, but whatever ... as long as i finish this paper this weekend im happy happy. mmmm berlin thank you for being so good to me again.