Web design class
It would really help me a lot if I knew what my actual assigment was, and if the Blackboard page did not simply say "Finish Friday's assigment."
Yes, I wrote stuff down. None of it makes sense. As usual. And my partners in this project aren't helping me to remember.
This is why I hate working on group projects. I never know what I'm supposed to do, and if I mess up due to my own inability to pay attention, everyone suffers. Fantastic.
Got no Sem work done today becuase it was too nice outside and didn't read much either. Applied to one job and am behind on that too. Missed an important appointment earlier this week due to... I don't even know.
My life falls apart in slow spirals again and again and again and again and again.
Still.
If the paper gets finished. No. When the paper gets finished, it will be rocking. I honestly think that I may have done something that an undergrad should not be doing. I chose a book that frightens my own professors with its complexities.
I chose it. And now?
I own it.
I have unwound the labyrinth and I have seen its end; I understand this work on a level that I have seldom understood anything outside fandom (haha, oh dear.)
I have my fears. But they do not have me.
... and now to fail to work some more as I drown myself in dreams and, once again, forget to live.
Yes, I wrote stuff down. None of it makes sense. As usual. And my partners in this project aren't helping me to remember.
This is why I hate working on group projects. I never know what I'm supposed to do, and if I mess up due to my own inability to pay attention, everyone suffers. Fantastic.
Got no Sem work done today becuase it was too nice outside and didn't read much either. Applied to one job and am behind on that too. Missed an important appointment earlier this week due to... I don't even know.
My life falls apart in slow spirals again and again and again and again and again.
Still.
If the paper gets finished. No. When the paper gets finished, it will be rocking. I honestly think that I may have done something that an undergrad should not be doing. I chose a book that frightens my own professors with its complexities.
I chose it. And now?
I own it.
I have unwound the labyrinth and I have seen its end; I understand this work on a level that I have seldom understood anything outside fandom (haha, oh dear.)
I have my fears. But they do not have me.
... and now to fail to work some more as I drown myself in dreams and, once again, forget to live.