I'm going to die.
Well, it's only a possibility... I mean, how many Red Bulls do you think it would actually take to kill a person? On the contrary, it's the only thing keeping me alive right now. So, my parents must think I'm nuts. I've called them crying so many times this week. I haven't had real sleep in over a week. I have so much to do, and I can't do it. I hate my roomate, because I think she's a two faced you-know-what. I'll spare the colorful language. I wish I didn't have to write this freaking art history paper. The library sucks here, and I miss having Ross across the street. To those of you at Cottey who have 18 credits and extracurricular activities and are stressed out and tired- let me say a few things:
1. Be thankful of the location of Ross library. (ie, two feet away from your room)
2. Be thankful of the location of RBAC. (ie, two feet and three inches away from your room)
3. Be EXTRA thankful for Michael Richardson!!!
4. Don't take your time at Cottey for granted. DON'T. Seriously. Enjoy every second of each other's company. There will come a time in about 5 or 6 months when you would do anything to run up to your friends' rooms at 4 am.
Back to the original intention of this post- I don't know whether I will be a functioning human being in two weeks when I run to my mother past airport security. They might have to give her one of those special passes and a cart so she can push me out to the car. Seriously.
1. Be thankful of the location of Ross library. (ie, two feet away from your room)
2. Be thankful of the location of RBAC. (ie, two feet and three inches away from your room)
3. Be EXTRA thankful for Michael Richardson!!!
4. Don't take your time at Cottey for granted. DON'T. Seriously. Enjoy every second of each other's company. There will come a time in about 5 or 6 months when you would do anything to run up to your friends' rooms at 4 am.
Back to the original intention of this post- I don't know whether I will be a functioning human being in two weeks when I run to my mother past airport security. They might have to give her one of those special passes and a cart so she can push me out to the car. Seriously.