10 page paper in six hours sounds good to me
So... Two and a half weeks left of the semester and I want to go get hit by a truck. I did a ten page paper today. And by "did" I don't mean worked on it over the past week and decided to finish this morning. I mean... I DID A TEN PAGE PAPER TODAY. I woke up, skipped Chapel, wrote my paper, skipped Biology, wrote my paper, went to History (like Hell I'll miss that class), came home, finished my paper. I'm ready to die. >.< And I still have another paper, a cultural presentation and a lab Practicum to do. Add in Youth Group, classes in general, my readings and trying to hang out with people.. I'll be dead by the end of finals. *l* Oh well. I'll have four months of summer to recouperate.
I'd like to write about Chad, but he reads this. Perhaps I'll do it later.
I just felt I should update. I've been listening to everyone else lately that I haven't been able to have a voice of my own. I seem to become friends with a lot of people that like to talk about themselves and their lives. I don't usually mind, but I'm mentally exhausted. This happens periodically, and I just can't take in anyone else's life for a while. So sorry if I'm short with you, I just can't take it in.
EDIT: Oh, PS: I had a House dream last night. It was hot. Stupid sun waking me up. Oh, and my subconcious is wittier than my concious. The bastard.
I'd like to write about Chad, but he reads this. Perhaps I'll do it later.
I just felt I should update. I've been listening to everyone else lately that I haven't been able to have a voice of my own. I seem to become friends with a lot of people that like to talk about themselves and their lives. I don't usually mind, but I'm mentally exhausted. This happens periodically, and I just can't take in anyone else's life for a while. So sorry if I'm short with you, I just can't take it in.
EDIT: Oh, PS: I had a House dream last night. It was hot. Stupid sun waking me up. Oh, and my subconcious is wittier than my concious. The bastard.