Jan 13, 2006 22:25
I didn't really go to classes today. I didn't feel up to it. I figure I'll only allow myself this one time to fuck up, and the rest of the semester will be very business-like.
I'm at Greg's house, and I'm tempted to play Minesweeper on his computer. Oh yeah, I'm fitna do it.
I'm waiting for Kim to come over. She, Matt Carroll, and myself are going to Wal*Mart. Kick ass. We're going to take Greg to the couch building because he has to write his script for iMovie. I'm assuming that's how you spell it, atleast.
I like all my classes. I'm worried that I'll back into the first semester slump that took over three weeks to slightly lessen, but I believe in myself enough to know that I can kick the shit out of this semester. Hells yeah, bitches.
Greg created this alter-personality called Beaver Greg. He does this high pitched voice and sings. He also competes with me at various things, most of which ends with Greg saying "I win." in said voice. I makes me giggle. Lots.
Hmm...
I actually went to physics today. But I also fell asleep in there. I have figured out that going to sleep at 3:30 in the morn' and waking up at 9 is not my style. Five and half hours of sleep is not even close to how much I need per night. Well...how much I need in order to function the rest of the day. Like pay attention in class, for example.
Oh gah...addiction kicking in.
Minesweeping time.
--Lindsey!