Sick. Ew.
I'm sick. I hate being sick. That's probably why I never bother. Being sick is so unproductive.
Yesterday I was supposed to go to school & work until 6:30, then study for an accounting test, read "Metamorphosis," read 2 chapters of econ and write a presentation on the tobacco industry.
I got off work at 5:30, read econ & Metamorphosis and then my brain became so inflamed with viral fluids that I feel asleep. And by fell asleep I mean tossed and turned in a cold-induced daze all night.
Then TODAY I had to take the dumb accounting test without studying, go to the English lecture but leave before doing any work, which was silly because I read the whole damn Metamorphosis last night, and then call in sick to tutoring. Then Conner made me eat soup and took me home, where I promptly feel asleep for . . . all afternoon. All afternoon! When I should have been writing 2 scholarship essays, reading a chapter for accounting, reading up on Tennessee Willliams, studying for a calculus quiz, doing the English work I skipped out on and, most of all, going to economics. Gawd I hate being sick. Now I'll never catch upppppp UHHHHHHH
Oh a lighter note, today is the fifteenth! Payday, true, but that's not exciting because I took last week off so my check was teeny tiny. But the fifteenth ALSO means that there's only 15 more days until I hear from Berkeley! Pathetic, I know.
I've been accepted everywhere else I applied, and gotten . . . *gasp* 2 whole scholarships. One is for $14,000 . . . to Merced. Man. What's in Merced? Certianly not me. Except maybe if Berkeley hates me. And secondly, $2,500 to Irvine. Ummmm why can't any interesting schools throw money at me? That'd be nice.
Ok well after this creative waste of time and mental energy, I have to go do homework and then sleep not enough and then be even sicker tomorrow. Gooooooo me!
Yesterday I was supposed to go to school & work until 6:30, then study for an accounting test, read "Metamorphosis," read 2 chapters of econ and write a presentation on the tobacco industry.
I got off work at 5:30, read econ & Metamorphosis and then my brain became so inflamed with viral fluids that I feel asleep. And by fell asleep I mean tossed and turned in a cold-induced daze all night.
Then TODAY I had to take the dumb accounting test without studying, go to the English lecture but leave before doing any work, which was silly because I read the whole damn Metamorphosis last night, and then call in sick to tutoring. Then Conner made me eat soup and took me home, where I promptly feel asleep for . . . all afternoon. All afternoon! When I should have been writing 2 scholarship essays, reading a chapter for accounting, reading up on Tennessee Willliams, studying for a calculus quiz, doing the English work I skipped out on and, most of all, going to economics. Gawd I hate being sick. Now I'll never catch upppppp UHHHHHHH
Oh a lighter note, today is the fifteenth! Payday, true, but that's not exciting because I took last week off so my check was teeny tiny. But the fifteenth ALSO means that there's only 15 more days until I hear from Berkeley! Pathetic, I know.
I've been accepted everywhere else I applied, and gotten . . . *gasp* 2 whole scholarships. One is for $14,000 . . . to Merced. Man. What's in Merced? Certianly not me. Except maybe if Berkeley hates me. And secondly, $2,500 to Irvine. Ummmm why can't any interesting schools throw money at me? That'd be nice.
Ok well after this creative waste of time and mental energy, I have to go do homework and then sleep not enough and then be even sicker tomorrow. Gooooooo me!