blurgh
having that overly bored, cant fathom the loneliness that im experiencing and good god when will this end set of feelings. its very exciting (not). so what so i do? rant on lj. about what? well lets find out shall we!
bout to embark on a new literary journey. dont know where yet, hoping to spend my $50 well. and maybe not in one shot.
really need to get my phone fixed, do laundry and buy a new car charger.
havnt heard back form my lab partner about our paper thing we have to do. no idea what she wants me to do or how to do it properly when she eventualy does tell me. its feeling me with a huge sense of dread. like massive.
i havnt failed a class my entire school carrer and i feel likes it catching up with me. my classes are so hard and complicated and i just dont know how im going to pull through. after this semester i have 8 classes left (5 real classes and 3 labs) that it. then im done. but nothing can go that easily. something will fuck up. its nature.
"things start out they're so terrific, they'll fuck up its scentific" all the vandals.
not even getting to the juicy bits about how i feel i cant be emotionally/sexually or romatically available to anyone and be a mom at the same time but i havnt finished those just yet. but its another massive, dreadful knot in my stomach.
blurgh pretty much sums it up
bout to embark on a new literary journey. dont know where yet, hoping to spend my $50 well. and maybe not in one shot.
really need to get my phone fixed, do laundry and buy a new car charger.
havnt heard back form my lab partner about our paper thing we have to do. no idea what she wants me to do or how to do it properly when she eventualy does tell me. its feeling me with a huge sense of dread. like massive.
i havnt failed a class my entire school carrer and i feel likes it catching up with me. my classes are so hard and complicated and i just dont know how im going to pull through. after this semester i have 8 classes left (5 real classes and 3 labs) that it. then im done. but nothing can go that easily. something will fuck up. its nature.
"things start out they're so terrific, they'll fuck up its scentific" all the vandals.
not even getting to the juicy bits about how i feel i cant be emotionally/sexually or romatically available to anyone and be a mom at the same time but i havnt finished those just yet. but its another massive, dreadful knot in my stomach.
blurgh pretty much sums it up