Irony sucks.
I was debating last night whether or not to take a day off from school to work on my history thesis. It's due Friday, and I was kind of worried that I didn't even have a draft yet. I decided that I would trick my parents into believing that I was ill, thereby getting an excused absence.
I then woke up in the middle of the night and was, in fact, sick. My voice is gone, I have a head ache and a stomach ache, and I have that general feeling of glurrrrrrrrrrrr. Now all I'm hoping is that I'm better in time for tomorrow: I can't afford to miss two days of school in a row right now.
My thesis is painfully bad by the way. It's too long, and yet not detailed enough. Wish me luck.
ETA: Blame Tigress; I thought this was interesting.
http://kevan.org/johari?name=MellindraX - You pick five to six adjectives you think apply to me, out of a list of positives.
http://kevan.org/nohari?name=MellindraX - You pick five to six adjectives you think apply to me, out of a list of negatives.
Feel free to be "Anonymous;" I don't give a damn. I would like it if everyone were to answer, though. It would be interesting.