Paris makes it tragic.
Exceptional love song: Red Right Ankle--The Decemberists
Stunning breakup song: Your Ex-Lover is Dead--Stars
Time it took me to finally listen to my friends and start listening to those amazing bands: Far too long.
Days left of school: 5
Assignments remaining: two essays, two tests, one presentation
Nervous Breakdowns this semester: too many
Bio: Boring. I'm sorry. :(
Lab: A joke. But my lab partner was fun.
Math: Bipolar--sometimes lovely, sometimes sad. I love my teacher though.
English: Good for me like edamame. Is that how you say that word? It was also a good self-esteem booster.
With mostly wonderful classmates.
Honors/night/women's class (I went back and forth referring to it as all of those): Fun but I'm tired. Also good for me. Poor Marilyn & Diana & Lilith & Eve. You can't be an icon without being sad.
This weekend, I have five days worth of work to do in 48 hours. I already know I'm going to end up pissing off some people because I'm not going to be able to do it all even though I try, I promise I try. So I'm sorry if you're one of the people I disappoint.
Working 20 hours/week over intersession. Mom didn't want me to so she said if I didn't get all A's she wouldn't let me work that much. Her reverse psych or whatever that was didn't work.
Highlight of the month has been decorating admissions for Christmas.
I've recently learned that sperm feeds off fructose and is happiest in a cooler-than-body temperature environment.
I hope my brain is happy in an environment outside of the body too, because I think I left it in the AIP room along with my intellect and any scrape of class I used to possess.
Elsa is going to own a very swanky fabric store and have an office in the back with poufy chaises and lots of history books. I'm going to live in a garret in Paris and spend every moment of my time hiding under the bedcovers and listening to music. We decided I had to be in Paris, otherwise I'd just be emo. But Paris makes it tragic.
If you haven't been tuning out my whining of the past few months (and if you have, I commend you...but obviously you aren't because you're reading this...) you've probably noticed I feel I've been very overworked.
I really, really haven't.
I only took 14 credits.
I' m working less than 15 hours a week.
I was only filling out four college applications.
And the SAT was finished in the beginning of October.
This was my first fulltime semester. It really isn't that much. But I can't handle it. I freak out at everything. I have no patience for homework or people or my job or retartded MCC motorists or poor cashiers and baristas. I freak out at fourteen credits. I can't go on to coughrealcough college. If I can't handle these measly fourteen credits, what other conclusion is there to draw than I'm not cut out for college? I should've been able to take 18 credits and work 20 hours and still have time to go to every concert and party and show. I don't know why I couldn't. Do you think it has something to do with the fact that I take the time to write angsty LJ posts when I should be doing bio homework?
Nah. That can't be it.
I'm not looking forward to much at all.
But I love each of you. Merry happy joyful Christmas. I'm sorry if you read this, I just had to whine and vent for a little while. And what fun would it be to do that in a dignified quiet way?
Stunning breakup song: Your Ex-Lover is Dead--Stars
Time it took me to finally listen to my friends and start listening to those amazing bands: Far too long.
Days left of school: 5
Assignments remaining: two essays, two tests, one presentation
Nervous Breakdowns this semester: too many
Bio: Boring. I'm sorry. :(
Lab: A joke. But my lab partner was fun.
Math: Bipolar--sometimes lovely, sometimes sad. I love my teacher though.
English: Good for me like edamame. Is that how you say that word? It was also a good self-esteem booster.
With mostly wonderful classmates.
Honors/night/women's class (I went back and forth referring to it as all of those): Fun but I'm tired. Also good for me. Poor Marilyn & Diana & Lilith & Eve. You can't be an icon without being sad.
This weekend, I have five days worth of work to do in 48 hours. I already know I'm going to end up pissing off some people because I'm not going to be able to do it all even though I try, I promise I try. So I'm sorry if you're one of the people I disappoint.
Working 20 hours/week over intersession. Mom didn't want me to so she said if I didn't get all A's she wouldn't let me work that much. Her reverse psych or whatever that was didn't work.
Highlight of the month has been decorating admissions for Christmas.
I've recently learned that sperm feeds off fructose and is happiest in a cooler-than-body temperature environment.
I hope my brain is happy in an environment outside of the body too, because I think I left it in the AIP room along with my intellect and any scrape of class I used to possess.
Elsa is going to own a very swanky fabric store and have an office in the back with poufy chaises and lots of history books. I'm going to live in a garret in Paris and spend every moment of my time hiding under the bedcovers and listening to music. We decided I had to be in Paris, otherwise I'd just be emo. But Paris makes it tragic.
If you haven't been tuning out my whining of the past few months (and if you have, I commend you...but obviously you aren't because you're reading this...) you've probably noticed I feel I've been very overworked.
I really, really haven't.
I only took 14 credits.
I' m working less than 15 hours a week.
I was only filling out four college applications.
And the SAT was finished in the beginning of October.
This was my first fulltime semester. It really isn't that much. But I can't handle it. I freak out at everything. I have no patience for homework or people or my job or retartded MCC motorists or poor cashiers and baristas. I freak out at fourteen credits. I can't go on to coughrealcough college. If I can't handle these measly fourteen credits, what other conclusion is there to draw than I'm not cut out for college? I should've been able to take 18 credits and work 20 hours and still have time to go to every concert and party and show. I don't know why I couldn't. Do you think it has something to do with the fact that I take the time to write angsty LJ posts when I should be doing bio homework?
Nah. That can't be it.
I'm not looking forward to much at all.
But I love each of you. Merry happy joyful Christmas. I'm sorry if you read this, I just had to whine and vent for a little while. And what fun would it be to do that in a dignified quiet way?