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the internet, specifically wikipedia, makes it infinitely difficult for me to study for physics. who knew that 76% of the population eats the ears off their chocolate easter bunnies first? furthermore... who are the weird 24% who don't?
the shitty day of the other day turned around a bit. it turns out my dinos professor DID fuck up my grade, and changed it, thus making my gpa a 3.9. and i think that's pretty ideal.
my summer in london paperwork is almost through so let's hope they can look past the fact that my english waiver isn't done yet... and still let me in... I WANT TO PUB CRAWL ALL SUMMER AND LOOK AT ART!
my dad came through today on his way back from boston and we had dinner, and i just miss my parents so goddamn much. i'm nearly twenty. but all i want is to just go home and snuggle with my mom and play video games with my dad and cook some elaborate organic meals and... agh. when i think about the unhappiness i feel here because the love i get doesn't nearly compare to what i get at home, i just start to cry.
i've been doing that a lot lately. over the littlest things. talking to my dad about my classes. talking to my doctor about my sleeping problems. when my BMI went up .2. when i called my mom and she said she was sitting next to the fire. when i picked a slice of pizza over a salad. when i called the parking permit people. when i talked to my advisor about my courses next year. when i couldn't conjugate "to do" in conditionnel.
what in god's name is wrong with me this time? rhetorical rhetorical rhetorical.
the shitty day of the other day turned around a bit. it turns out my dinos professor DID fuck up my grade, and changed it, thus making my gpa a 3.9. and i think that's pretty ideal.
my summer in london paperwork is almost through so let's hope they can look past the fact that my english waiver isn't done yet... and still let me in... I WANT TO PUB CRAWL ALL SUMMER AND LOOK AT ART!
my dad came through today on his way back from boston and we had dinner, and i just miss my parents so goddamn much. i'm nearly twenty. but all i want is to just go home and snuggle with my mom and play video games with my dad and cook some elaborate organic meals and... agh. when i think about the unhappiness i feel here because the love i get doesn't nearly compare to what i get at home, i just start to cry.
i've been doing that a lot lately. over the littlest things. talking to my dad about my classes. talking to my doctor about my sleeping problems. when my BMI went up .2. when i called my mom and she said she was sitting next to the fire. when i picked a slice of pizza over a salad. when i called the parking permit people. when i talked to my advisor about my courses next year. when i couldn't conjugate "to do" in conditionnel.
what in god's name is wrong with me this time? rhetorical rhetorical rhetorical.