The Week of DEATH
Yes. Truely. This week has pritheed me into believing that I may have killed something in a past life. Though I do not believe in past lives, I assure myself that something I have done was so vile and so inhumane that I deserve this complete retort of insaness. Aside from the fact that I have already turned in a paper this week, 10 Physics problems (that yield 50 minutes of work per problem), and numorous reading assignments and quizzes, I have yet still a giant Exam tomorrow in neuroscience, a horrid 30 page paper to write, 10 more physics problems, Chemistry test corrections (on a test I recieved no more than a 50 on) and more physics test corrections. This is of course aside from the multiple other things I have to do this week.
BUT, bitching will get me no where. I was delighted to see Lisa and Mia and Jon this weekend. These are kids I feel as if I grew up with. And their memory shall never fade or diminish.
Anyways, its raining outside now but I'm going to go run anyways, I really need to. My fat self has just got to pull through of this Lardy McLard stage I'm in.
Payce.
BUT, bitching will get me no where. I was delighted to see Lisa and Mia and Jon this weekend. These are kids I feel as if I grew up with. And their memory shall never fade or diminish.
Anyways, its raining outside now but I'm going to go run anyways, I really need to. My fat self has just got to pull through of this Lardy McLard stage I'm in.
Payce.