i can't remember why this meant so much to me.
I think the thirst detector in my body is broken. I've seriously been craving water for the past, like, two hours and gulping it down glass after glass which, if you know me, is like miraculous seeing as my bladder generally holds a ounce of liquid at most during any given moment. So I'm downing so much water and soda that I'm literally making myself nauseous and I'm still absolutely parched. It totally bites. I want to feel quenched!
So, I should be working on an English paper but, for the first time in my college career, I am saying screw it to a paper and I'm just not going to turn it in tomorrow. This is mostly because I think it's sort of ridiculous that it's even due tomorrow, considering that he only gave us a day's warning and I'm not even done with the stupid book. Lameness. Work shall not be done. This little student protests. It's funny - Diego and I were the only kids to turn in our last papers on time and Diego was like, "Class overachievers!". That's funny because it's true but it's funnier because we're both complete and utter slackers.
Side note, I got acrylic nails (don't ask, I'm still not entirely sure why) and it's annoyingly hard to type with them. Which is sad, considering I got them so much shorter than most people. I fail. All of these incorrect letters (and occasionally numbers) keep making their way into the middle of words and my Backspace button is getting worn out.
And GAH ... I AM SO DAMN THIRSTY!!! (Mwaha ... I cannot believe that there's an icon for this ... awesome.)
So, I should be working on an English paper but, for the first time in my college career, I am saying screw it to a paper and I'm just not going to turn it in tomorrow. This is mostly because I think it's sort of ridiculous that it's even due tomorrow, considering that he only gave us a day's warning and I'm not even done with the stupid book. Lameness. Work shall not be done. This little student protests. It's funny - Diego and I were the only kids to turn in our last papers on time and Diego was like, "Class overachievers!". That's funny because it's true but it's funnier because we're both complete and utter slackers.
Side note, I got acrylic nails (don't ask, I'm still not entirely sure why) and it's annoyingly hard to type with them. Which is sad, considering I got them so much shorter than most people. I fail. All of these incorrect letters (and occasionally numbers) keep making their way into the middle of words and my Backspace button is getting worn out.
And GAH ... I AM SO DAMN THIRSTY!!! (Mwaha ... I cannot believe that there's an icon for this ... awesome.)