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i'm so incredibly obsessive and perfectionist about college work; i sat up until 2am last night freaking out about a minor exercise that no-one else will even bat an eyelid over.
i suppose it's good in a way - this desire to understand and comprehend and know everything, this desire for eloquence and lucidity because it means top marks and merits and my lecturers smiling affectionately at me.
but it also means that i'm a stressed and neurotic bag of nerves 99.5% of the time.
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i saw the terminal on friday, which might just be one of the worst films i've ever seen. the premise is actually quite interesting, but the film is really disappointing. two hours of embarrasing and overt sentimentality, one-dimensional characters i couldn't give a damn about and boredom. erg.
i suppose it's good in a way - this desire to understand and comprehend and know everything, this desire for eloquence and lucidity because it means top marks and merits and my lecturers smiling affectionately at me.
but it also means that i'm a stressed and neurotic bag of nerves 99.5% of the time.
.
i saw the terminal on friday, which might just be one of the worst films i've ever seen. the premise is actually quite interesting, but the film is really disappointing. two hours of embarrasing and overt sentimentality, one-dimensional characters i couldn't give a damn about and boredom. erg.