i screamed at the sky today.
it's finals week.
DUN DUN DUN.
once again, i've waited too long to start some projects, and now i'm flying by the seat of my pants, which i think i secretly like. i am an intellectual masochist.
i had a huge panick attack today. I woke up, rolled over, and began dreading about the amount of homework i had to do. So, naturally, i decided to procrastinate. I watched some tv, dilly dallying all day long, caught a few episodes of sex in the city....
finally, i knew i had to face my work load and i began looking for my backpack. I realized that it was nowhere to be found. I seemed to have misplaced it, which was excatly what happened to me last year aruond this time and i lost all my research for a paper that i had been working on. I literally broke down. I searched 3 people's houses, called the computer lab, ransacked my car looking for it... it was gone. in my crazed mind i began screaming at the sky... Here i was in the last week of my semester and all of my homework, papers, discs, WORK were gone. I physically lost it, threw-up, and started crying. It seemed i would never graduate. Finally, i wiped my eyes, gathered myself together, and began walking home. I began re-working all of my goals and plans and wondering how the hell i had let this happen to myself. Low and behold, as soon as i walked into my dorm, there it was... mocking me, lying in the corner of my bed, completely intact backpack.
After i took an hour to recompose myself from my emotional rollercoaster of a day, i headed to the lab to get serious.
Here i am. Feel free to leave some comments, i'll be here all night checking in on everyone.
DUN DUN DUN.
once again, i've waited too long to start some projects, and now i'm flying by the seat of my pants, which i think i secretly like. i am an intellectual masochist.
i had a huge panick attack today. I woke up, rolled over, and began dreading about the amount of homework i had to do. So, naturally, i decided to procrastinate. I watched some tv, dilly dallying all day long, caught a few episodes of sex in the city....
finally, i knew i had to face my work load and i began looking for my backpack. I realized that it was nowhere to be found. I seemed to have misplaced it, which was excatly what happened to me last year aruond this time and i lost all my research for a paper that i had been working on. I literally broke down. I searched 3 people's houses, called the computer lab, ransacked my car looking for it... it was gone. in my crazed mind i began screaming at the sky... Here i was in the last week of my semester and all of my homework, papers, discs, WORK were gone. I physically lost it, threw-up, and started crying. It seemed i would never graduate. Finally, i wiped my eyes, gathered myself together, and began walking home. I began re-working all of my goals and plans and wondering how the hell i had let this happen to myself. Low and behold, as soon as i walked into my dorm, there it was... mocking me, lying in the corner of my bed, completely intact backpack.
After i took an hour to recompose myself from my emotional rollercoaster of a day, i headed to the lab to get serious.
Here i am. Feel free to leave some comments, i'll be here all night checking in on everyone.