What. The. Hell. is wrong with me?
Okay, so. I've got a theory exam coming up next week, a piano recital the week after, and midterms the week after that.
At this point, any sane person would take the hint and horde a month's supply of bad coffee (for nights when you just have to chug to stay awake), bury themselves in a never-ending routine of STUDYchugSTUDY, and pray they'll be able to walk into the exam with a pocketful of knowledge AND good morale to boost.
...And, once again, I'm confronted with how ass-crushingly hard I fail at heeding common sense, because instead of studying - LIKE ANY SANE PERSON WOULD DO - I'm bitching about it on LJ and procrastinating like I've got all the time in the world, when my exam is less than a week away.
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In other news, I got a new cellphone. (It looks a lot sleeker in real life, I swear.)
At this point, any sane person would take the hint and horde a month's supply of bad coffee (for nights when you just have to chug to stay awake), bury themselves in a never-ending routine of STUDYchugSTUDY, and pray they'll be able to walk into the exam with a pocketful of knowledge AND good morale to boost.
...And, once again, I'm confronted with how ass-crushingly hard I fail at heeding common sense, because instead of studying - LIKE ANY SANE PERSON WOULD DO - I'm bitching about it on LJ and procrastinating like I've got all the time in the world, when my exam is less than a week away.
.....
In other news, I got a new cellphone. (It looks a lot sleeker in real life, I swear.)