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Why the hell am I so fucking...
Honestly. I am supposed to be writing this paper, and I've chosen the theme of loyalty within Antigone and Othello...but I have just been sitting here, staring at my computer screen for two full hours getting absolutely nothing done. Well, technically I have an outline because damn Clark made me write them all the time, and now I can't live without them...goddam bastard.
That, and I just bitched at a lifesaver because it wouldn't crack in half. Honest to god, it was as if it was constructed of the highest grade steel...so I yelled at it, because I can't eat them unless they're in at least 2 pieces sized as halves, and threw it on the ground, at which point I shattered it into about 8 individual chunks and a few shards and powder that strangely resembled cocain. I think it's a sign.
I don't understand why I'm so stressed out. One would think that since Humanities is probably my hardest class, I'd be doing fine...but, no. I've got this little plasma friend who has been swimming around my head, floating in and out of migraine status for...4 days...but now he has morphed, the little shit, into this BIG plasma friend who has now invaded my shoulders, too. Imma kill 'im.
I need to sleep. I guess I'm feeling the effects of not having slept in...about that long.
Qu'est-ce que j'ai besoin de faire? J'ai parlé avec Monsiour Sterud aujourd'hui, et il m'a dit que je ne devrais pas s'inquietter de l'Université...que j'ai une bonne chance pour assister au Grinnell, et qu'il eux écrivera de prémière année, et qu'il eux expliquera en utilisant les marques des années passées que je suis une bonne étudiante, et les autres choses...
I can't even compose french. I honestly have such a minute amount of knowledge left that's accessible to me...maybe I'll just go to sleep for like...and hour and a half...mmm...sleep.
Honestly. I am supposed to be writing this paper, and I've chosen the theme of loyalty within Antigone and Othello...but I have just been sitting here, staring at my computer screen for two full hours getting absolutely nothing done. Well, technically I have an outline because damn Clark made me write them all the time, and now I can't live without them...goddam bastard.
That, and I just bitched at a lifesaver because it wouldn't crack in half. Honest to god, it was as if it was constructed of the highest grade steel...so I yelled at it, because I can't eat them unless they're in at least 2 pieces sized as halves, and threw it on the ground, at which point I shattered it into about 8 individual chunks and a few shards and powder that strangely resembled cocain. I think it's a sign.
I don't understand why I'm so stressed out. One would think that since Humanities is probably my hardest class, I'd be doing fine...but, no. I've got this little plasma friend who has been swimming around my head, floating in and out of migraine status for...4 days...but now he has morphed, the little shit, into this BIG plasma friend who has now invaded my shoulders, too. Imma kill 'im.
I need to sleep. I guess I'm feeling the effects of not having slept in...about that long.
Qu'est-ce que j'ai besoin de faire? J'ai parlé avec Monsiour Sterud aujourd'hui, et il m'a dit que je ne devrais pas s'inquietter de l'Université...que j'ai une bonne chance pour assister au Grinnell, et qu'il eux écrivera de prémière année, et qu'il eux expliquera en utilisant les marques des années passées que je suis une bonne étudiante, et les autres choses...
I can't even compose french. I honestly have such a minute amount of knowledge left that's accessible to me...maybe I'll just go to sleep for like...and hour and a half...mmm...sleep.