I miss college. I am reaching the point where I am starting to wonder if the whole thing wasn't just a very detailed, lengthy lucid dream I had. The nightmare I had last week is weighing heavily on my mind. I hate this job. Not even the work itself is the worst, though it is awful - no, what I hate is what I feel I am losing. Creativity. ( Read more... )

I always get on here all prepared to make a giant emo post about how much I hate myself for running away from these scholarship applications and basically being too lazy or self-sabotaging or something to actually do things that I know need to get done.

And then I get on here and see a post from somebody else's life that is sad and real and makes my ( Read more... )

I have about forty thousand things to do for school in the next four days (break?  what break?) and I'm afraid of going to college and I'm afraid of not going to college and I can't even think properly anymore and everything is awful all the time and they had better not take LJ away from me.

*f**king cries*

I got a 2190 on my SAT's.  1500 with just the old math and verbal.

I should be happy.

My parents want the best for me.

I should be happy.

......

I'm smart.

Why am I not happy?

Dear parents:

Okay, here's the deal.  I missed an assignment in a class and turned it in a day late for half-credit.  I got a bad grade in another class, but I redid it for seven points added to my grade.  I did my best on that one.  And I failed to ace it.

I'm not perfect.  You two know that.  You tell me you know that.

What you fail to realize is ( Read more... )

NO I'M NOT PREGNANT.

But before I get to that, I have to mention that I upgraded to a Plus account.  GAWD, I'M A CAPITALIST SELLOUT.  But I really wanted more userpics...

So, anyway, I finished the prologue to that fic I was angsting about last entry, and I fired it off to all my betas.  But then as soon as I did that, I had a printed out version to ( Read more... )