you would think..
that after my 2 exams this week, things would calm down.. at least just a little.
but no. I got elected onto executive board, and we have a huge event to help out next weekend, and um, guess what next weekend is? yeah, the weekend before my mcat. and how much have I been studying? yeah, let me see. um, not a lot. and that's not good.
my side of the room is a disaster. I just don't have time to clean, organize or even make my bed. And it's totally grossing me out right now.
and my wrist is just KILLING me right now. I need to go home and whine to mom and dad so they can heal me. Well, at least try to. If they can't, at least they can feed me. Today, I had an omlette and grapefruit juice at 11am.. had a cup of coffee and 3 chocolate chip cookies that lasted me through hours of studying and a biochem exam. 3 bites of dinner (okay, maybe 4 bites) at 9pm and had to go to my meeting which I just got back from. Yeah. Luckily, I have no homework that is due tomorrow or else, I'm so frickin screwed.
Not that I'm not already.
I am so bloody afraid of April 22nd. No wait, scratch that. I'm afraid of disappointing people. Especially myself.
but no. I got elected onto executive board, and we have a huge event to help out next weekend, and um, guess what next weekend is? yeah, the weekend before my mcat. and how much have I been studying? yeah, let me see. um, not a lot. and that's not good.
my side of the room is a disaster. I just don't have time to clean, organize or even make my bed. And it's totally grossing me out right now.
and my wrist is just KILLING me right now. I need to go home and whine to mom and dad so they can heal me. Well, at least try to. If they can't, at least they can feed me. Today, I had an omlette and grapefruit juice at 11am.. had a cup of coffee and 3 chocolate chip cookies that lasted me through hours of studying and a biochem exam. 3 bites of dinner (okay, maybe 4 bites) at 9pm and had to go to my meeting which I just got back from. Yeah. Luckily, I have no homework that is due tomorrow or else, I'm so frickin screwed.
Not that I'm not already.
I am so bloody afraid of April 22nd. No wait, scratch that. I'm afraid of disappointing people. Especially myself.