96 hours and rising!
It has now been around 96 hours without contact with Jess! Something has happened with my phone or something because I have dialed her number correctly four times and each time I get a different house and not one of them was hers. I want to go kill the phone company now. So baisically I am waiting for her to call me but she probably can't get through either cause of the stupid damned service. AHHH! I need to talk to her, I miss her so much.
Other than that this has been a highly stressful week, it's finals week and I'm cramming for them, I need a good grade to pass physics. Latin I can fail horribly and still pass the class. Same with 20th Century history. Psychology I'm probably going to fail regardless of the final. Still though, something about taking tests gets me all stressed out. It's probably the fact that I am the worst test taker of all time. I look at the paper and everything in my head goes blank and I sit there like a deer in the headlights. This has just not been a good week in general. But I'm getting through it, barely.
Every day is getting harder without Jessica, I know that sounds creepy stalker like but I assure you I am neither of those things (or so I think). This week my dad and I have declared war on the thousands of mice that dwell in our house. We have broken out every trap we could find, but not the kill kind just the catch and release ones. So far we have caught maybe 8 mice. This is going to be a long bloody war.
Other than that this has been a highly stressful week, it's finals week and I'm cramming for them, I need a good grade to pass physics. Latin I can fail horribly and still pass the class. Same with 20th Century history. Psychology I'm probably going to fail regardless of the final. Still though, something about taking tests gets me all stressed out. It's probably the fact that I am the worst test taker of all time. I look at the paper and everything in my head goes blank and I sit there like a deer in the headlights. This has just not been a good week in general. But I'm getting through it, barely.
Every day is getting harder without Jessica, I know that sounds creepy stalker like but I assure you I am neither of those things (or so I think). This week my dad and I have declared war on the thousands of mice that dwell in our house. We have broken out every trap we could find, but not the kill kind just the catch and release ones. So far we have caught maybe 8 mice. This is going to be a long bloody war.