The One With Everything
I feel so accomplished right now. It's the best feeling in the world.
Let me clue you in.
I had a french exam this morning. No biggie, right? Well, I just wanted to make sure I got a B so I was frantically studying. Ok, nothing major, just a test.
Well, add on top of that an art history paper to write. Ok, five pages and it's kinda fun doing the research. I accomplished this saturday morning. The research that is. Made plans to write it all this weekend. Did that work?
Mix in Lorde. I love Lorde - Zami is great! However, add in Sister, Outsider which I hate but is like essential in reading anything Lorde. So ok, I read that.
Sprinkle in social dates. My C-Dorm friends drag me to late nite. They drag me to the Chicano Theatre Class final project show. That was awesome. Woke me up sunday morning to order pizza - Domino's wouldn't deliver until three hours later. Hop on bus, go to Mickey D's. Mmm... Pick up a sundae for the road, go to the mexican grocery store, get those fruit gels in the little tiny plastic cups you squeeze them out of. Yummy. Also have to carry Suhagey's stuff. Bad bus experience.
Ok, I'm home. Get lazy. Decide to read Lorde and study instead. Watch 9/11 program. Depressed. Ugh.
So ok, I was a little stressed this morning. Turned out that french was easy and I know for sure I missed one question (font!) and I felt confident about the rest. Was totally out of it in lit class but oh well. C'est la vie. Work was ok. I wrote my paper. Finished it around 11pm because I was lazy and socialized.
Yet now I feel free. I have a paper due friday or monday and a final monday morning. That's it. Nothing else. Well, a journal entry for lit class. Big whoop. This is the first time all quarter I feel totally relaxed. There is little homework to do and an art history quiz but it doesn't bug me. I can conquer it all. Grr!
I just want to go home. I'm kinda depressed about one of my friend's.... all I say is that there's a chance, and omg, if it is super super serious, she'll die. I'm not terribly close to her but omg... it's bugging me. I can't talk about it to anyone else because I promised I wouldn't discuss her condition. So that's all I say about it. =(
It seems like things just get better and worse in these twisted waves of fate that keep pounding against me. Oyy! Make it stop.
I think spring break will make it better. Definately.
Let me clue you in.
I had a french exam this morning. No biggie, right? Well, I just wanted to make sure I got a B so I was frantically studying. Ok, nothing major, just a test.
Well, add on top of that an art history paper to write. Ok, five pages and it's kinda fun doing the research. I accomplished this saturday morning. The research that is. Made plans to write it all this weekend. Did that work?
Mix in Lorde. I love Lorde - Zami is great! However, add in Sister, Outsider which I hate but is like essential in reading anything Lorde. So ok, I read that.
Sprinkle in social dates. My C-Dorm friends drag me to late nite. They drag me to the Chicano Theatre Class final project show. That was awesome. Woke me up sunday morning to order pizza - Domino's wouldn't deliver until three hours later. Hop on bus, go to Mickey D's. Mmm... Pick up a sundae for the road, go to the mexican grocery store, get those fruit gels in the little tiny plastic cups you squeeze them out of. Yummy. Also have to carry Suhagey's stuff. Bad bus experience.
Ok, I'm home. Get lazy. Decide to read Lorde and study instead. Watch 9/11 program. Depressed. Ugh.
So ok, I was a little stressed this morning. Turned out that french was easy and I know for sure I missed one question (font!) and I felt confident about the rest. Was totally out of it in lit class but oh well. C'est la vie. Work was ok. I wrote my paper. Finished it around 11pm because I was lazy and socialized.
Yet now I feel free. I have a paper due friday or monday and a final monday morning. That's it. Nothing else. Well, a journal entry for lit class. Big whoop. This is the first time all quarter I feel totally relaxed. There is little homework to do and an art history quiz but it doesn't bug me. I can conquer it all. Grr!
I just want to go home. I'm kinda depressed about one of my friend's.... all I say is that there's a chance, and omg, if it is super super serious, she'll die. I'm not terribly close to her but omg... it's bugging me. I can't talk about it to anyone else because I promised I wouldn't discuss her condition. So that's all I say about it. =(
It seems like things just get better and worse in these twisted waves of fate that keep pounding against me. Oyy! Make it stop.
I think spring break will make it better. Definately.