The fruit cups with the cherries are a no-no.
Okay. Okay. So this school thing has started back up again after a disappointingly very short tiny "Spring Break," in which I did not sleep as much as I wanted to, play the Sims 2 University as much as I wanted to (how else will they learn not to try and fix the TV and die?), watch TV as much as I wanted to, do as many (any) productive things as I wanted to, and did too much listening to/talking about/thinking about depressing things. I gotta stop doing that because seriously, there is no excuse for this much sucking from one person. I'll start wearing boots with straps and I will pick myself up from them (or with them, or by them, or however the hell it goes). I will also not drink lots of wine and puke and spaz and feel like death the next day because that is stupid. So anyway. Spring break is over.
Some progress has been made: 1) We have an apartment and I will try really hard not to obsess about whether or not I am going to have to sell kidneys to pay the rent and what effects the selling of the kidneys will have on my FAFSA for the next year. Because it is nice roomy pretty apartment on one of the less ghetto looking streets in all of Souf Oaklin. So we are going to sign the lease on Thursday, at which point money will be forked over and ouchworryworry.
Well okay. That's all the progress. Everything else is, "Oops, I really did fail that calc exam" and "What did I just step on in my room where the floor is covered with stuff?" and "Crap, where the hell is my wallet?" (because, um, it is lost) and just a generalized "Fuuuuuuccddgee" at stuff.
Gahhghgh. Chill.
Some progress has been made: 1) We have an apartment and I will try really hard not to obsess about whether or not I am going to have to sell kidneys to pay the rent and what effects the selling of the kidneys will have on my FAFSA for the next year. Because it is nice roomy pretty apartment on one of the less ghetto looking streets in all of Souf Oaklin. So we are going to sign the lease on Thursday, at which point money will be forked over and ouchworryworry.
Well okay. That's all the progress. Everything else is, "Oops, I really did fail that calc exam" and "What did I just step on in my room where the floor is covered with stuff?" and "Crap, where the hell is my wallet?" (because, um, it is lost) and just a generalized "Fuuuuuuccddgee" at stuff.
Gahhghgh. Chill.