"I am wrecked, I am overblown; I'm also fed up with the common cold"
So the French quiz went better than expected and I don't have one tomorrow. Bad news is I have an exam on Thursday that I'm more than a little apprehensive about.
In other news, I've got roughly 100 pages of Robinson Crusoe to read for tomorrow morning by 9:30.
IN OTHER OTHER NEWS FUCKING HOUSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
OMG
I LOVE
I JUST
CAN'T EVEN EXPRESS
FANGIRLY JOY
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE CUDDY/WILSON IS LIKE MY OTP (EXCEPT NOT REALLY, I JUST NEED THEM TO KISS SO I CAN HAVE LEGIT OT3 CANON) HE'S SO OMG. GREAT. WILSONNNNN. WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING ADORABLE, SERIOUSLY. MAKING UP STORIES ABOUT AGING SOFTWARE TO TRY AND TRICK CUDDY INTO LOVING HER CHILD A LITTLE BIT MORE. JUST KISS HER ALREADYYYYY. DO ITTTTTT.
IT'S REALLY ABSURD HOW MUCH I WANT THEM TO KISS NOW (ESPECIALLY AFTER WATCHING LISA E. AND RSL IN INTERVIEWS TOGETHER CONSTANTLY.) SRSLY. CHEMISTRY, THEY HAS IT.
BABY MOMENT. OH RACHEL. PUKING ON HOUSE IS THE FASTEST WAY TO HIS HEART, HOW DID YOU KNOW? AND CUDDY-- LISA, THAT LAUGH WAS SO PERFECT AND CUTE AND THE EYES
THE EYES OF LOOOOOOVE
I SAW THEM, YOU CAN'T HIDE THAT FROM ME. I SEEN IT. I SEEN THE LOOK OF LOVE. NEED MOAR OT3 FIC.
YEAH, YEAH, EVERYTHING ELSE IN THE EPISODE... DON'T REALLY CARE. SAW THAT 4MAN STUFF COMING. I THINK THEY'RE CUTE THOUGH. LULZY CHASE IS ALWAYS GREAT. CAMRON, YOU HAVE NO BACKBONE. ONLY CUDDY CAN HANDLE HOUSE. HER BABY-NESS SENDS ME INTO OCTAVES MY THROAT SHOULD NEVER TRY TO HIT.
Other than that, not much. I kinda had residual pain today from yesterday's hell spasms, which mom and I have named a "thank-God-it-was-brief"stomach bug, enough so that I didn't want to ride my bike to my first class. By 2:00 it was okay enough, plus I kinda have to if I want to make it to my MAA (Major American Authors-- and I'm not explaining this abbv. again) class on time.
On the horizon:
French exam Thursday
MAA paper due Tuesday
Fiction paper due Monday
Need to read Oedipus for tomorrow's Theatre class
Oh. And yet again, I find out stuff about my so called best friend via her siblings, in this case her sister. What's the fucking point if I care more than she does? (No, cherryfeather, this isn't you-- I talk to you on a regular basis and I doubt you would have four boyfriends over the last few months and not breathe a word of it to me.)
Forget I said anything. I simply refer you to my Facebook status: "Darienne can't seem to catch a break. This is a hard freshman year in so many ways."
Emotionally sick thanks to this past October and subsequent months of just getting by, ruining a friendship and feeling alone in my own home.
Physically sick in January for nigh-on a full week of varying states of pain and ache.
The prognosis for my grades isn't much better right now, from a combination of little sleep, sickness and laziness.
*sigh*
In other news, I've got roughly 100 pages of Robinson Crusoe to read for tomorrow morning by 9:30.
IN OTHER OTHER NEWS FUCKING HOUSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
OMG
I LOVE
I JUST
CAN'T EVEN EXPRESS
FANGIRLY JOY
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE CUDDY/WILSON IS LIKE MY OTP (EXCEPT NOT REALLY, I JUST NEED THEM TO KISS SO I CAN HAVE LEGIT OT3 CANON) HE'S SO OMG. GREAT. WILSONNNNN. WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING ADORABLE, SERIOUSLY. MAKING UP STORIES ABOUT AGING SOFTWARE TO TRY AND TRICK CUDDY INTO LOVING HER CHILD A LITTLE BIT MORE. JUST KISS HER ALREADYYYYY. DO ITTTTTT.
IT'S REALLY ABSURD HOW MUCH I WANT THEM TO KISS NOW (ESPECIALLY AFTER WATCHING LISA E. AND RSL IN INTERVIEWS TOGETHER CONSTANTLY.) SRSLY. CHEMISTRY, THEY HAS IT.
BABY MOMENT. OH RACHEL. PUKING ON HOUSE IS THE FASTEST WAY TO HIS HEART, HOW DID YOU KNOW? AND CUDDY-- LISA, THAT LAUGH WAS SO PERFECT AND CUTE AND THE EYES
THE EYES OF LOOOOOOVE
I SAW THEM, YOU CAN'T HIDE THAT FROM ME. I SEEN IT. I SEEN THE LOOK OF LOVE. NEED MOAR OT3 FIC.
YEAH, YEAH, EVERYTHING ELSE IN THE EPISODE... DON'T REALLY CARE. SAW THAT 4MAN STUFF COMING. I THINK THEY'RE CUTE THOUGH. LULZY CHASE IS ALWAYS GREAT. CAMRON, YOU HAVE NO BACKBONE. ONLY CUDDY CAN HANDLE HOUSE. HER BABY-NESS SENDS ME INTO OCTAVES MY THROAT SHOULD NEVER TRY TO HIT.
Other than that, not much. I kinda had residual pain today from yesterday's hell spasms, which mom and I have named a "thank-God-it-was-brief"stomach bug, enough so that I didn't want to ride my bike to my first class. By 2:00 it was okay enough, plus I kinda have to if I want to make it to my MAA (Major American Authors-- and I'm not explaining this abbv. again) class on time.
On the horizon:
French exam Thursday
MAA paper due Tuesday
Fiction paper due Monday
Need to read Oedipus for tomorrow's Theatre class
Oh. And yet again, I find out stuff about my so called best friend via her siblings, in this case her sister. What's the fucking point if I care more than she does? (No, cherryfeather, this isn't you-- I talk to you on a regular basis and I doubt you would have four boyfriends over the last few months and not breathe a word of it to me.)
Forget I said anything. I simply refer you to my Facebook status: "Darienne can't seem to catch a break. This is a hard freshman year in so many ways."
Emotionally sick thanks to this past October and subsequent months of just getting by, ruining a friendship and feeling alone in my own home.
Physically sick in January for nigh-on a full week of varying states of pain and ache.
The prognosis for my grades isn't much better right now, from a combination of little sleep, sickness and laziness.
*sigh*