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I seriously don't know what's wrong with me. Why do I like this sort of pressure? Or am I just confused? I have a crapload of small things due tomorrow and some I worked on this weekend. I have 2 more things left to do: a short paper combining info I found from articles and a poster. I have all my information, but I don't know what to do with it. I have issues starting to write the damn thing even if though I know I can do it and it won't take me that long. Since the paper and the poster are on the same topic, I feel like I can't do the poster before the paper because the paper is more in-depth.
I wanted to wake up at my usual 730 time to do this and get it done before class at 1. But no. I didn't set the alarm clock and I woke up at 840. And I've been sitting around since then doing everything else but write the paper. I just can't do it. I've decided that these will just have to wait until tonight. Part of it because I have questions for people in class but mostly because I've mentally blocked myself. Que triste.
In other news, school. That's it. That's all I do and it makes me sad. I'm constantly paranoid about upcoming assignments and how unclear everything seems to be. Well actually, another thing. Allergies. Somehow I seemed to have developed a minor case of them over the last couple of years. I don't like this going from none to some. Not pleasant. And this year I seem to be getting a teensy bit of the itchy eyes and coughing. Ugh.
I always think I need to come up with a conclusive statement or something to end my entries. How come I just can't let it be? Going to read for the next half hour or so...
I wanted to wake up at my usual 730 time to do this and get it done before class at 1. But no. I didn't set the alarm clock and I woke up at 840. And I've been sitting around since then doing everything else but write the paper. I just can't do it. I've decided that these will just have to wait until tonight. Part of it because I have questions for people in class but mostly because I've mentally blocked myself. Que triste.
In other news, school. That's it. That's all I do and it makes me sad. I'm constantly paranoid about upcoming assignments and how unclear everything seems to be. Well actually, another thing. Allergies. Somehow I seemed to have developed a minor case of them over the last couple of years. I don't like this going from none to some. Not pleasant. And this year I seem to be getting a teensy bit of the itchy eyes and coughing. Ugh.
I always think I need to come up with a conclusive statement or something to end my entries. How come I just can't let it be? Going to read for the next half hour or so...