Did Anybody Ever Tell You That Your Youth Was Wasted?
*What an awful night. Somewhere along the day, I developed a migraine that eventually grew to (literally) naseauting proportions. I finally caved in and took something for it, and settled down to write my paper. I was working on my last paragraph when, yep, you guessed it, I ERASED my paper. I was on the phone with my group-mate and was frantically closing all superfluous windows/drafts I had been copying and pasting from, and when I got off the phone, I realized it was gone, and I never even gave it a title... never saved it because it was the only thing I was working on and wasn't concerned with accidentally closing it...
I called my mate back and explained that it would be a while longer before she would receive my part of the research paper, called Michael and asked if I could retrieve the info, maybe- Nope. I cried. Between the pain I had been feeling while reading tiny research print and typing on my computer (2 activities that migraines make absolutely intolerable), and the helplessness that my new situation seemed to confer, I cried.
I ordered a Bento box of General Tso's and told myself to get control.
So, I just finished it maybe, 20 minutes ago. I am hating college right now and most of it has to do with the shitty class itinerary I have had the misfortune of signing on to. I have cursed a whole lot tonight...*
To cheer myself up after the paper, I have been looking up Tom Sturridge pictures.
Is it wrong of me to find someone three years younger than me, as attractive as I find Tom to be?
Oh, yeah, he's hot. There's no way he'd ever agree to doing me. Unless...roofie coolatta?
I called my mate back and explained that it would be a while longer before she would receive my part of the research paper, called Michael and asked if I could retrieve the info, maybe- Nope. I cried. Between the pain I had been feeling while reading tiny research print and typing on my computer (2 activities that migraines make absolutely intolerable), and the helplessness that my new situation seemed to confer, I cried.
I ordered a Bento box of General Tso's and told myself to get control.
So, I just finished it maybe, 20 minutes ago. I am hating college right now and most of it has to do with the shitty class itinerary I have had the misfortune of signing on to. I have cursed a whole lot tonight...*
To cheer myself up after the paper, I have been looking up Tom Sturridge pictures.
Is it wrong of me to find someone three years younger than me, as attractive as I find Tom to be?
Oh, yeah, he's hot. There's no way he'd ever agree to doing me. Unless...roofie coolatta?