Sigh.
Despite being terribly fucked up, Closer made me want to be with someone, not go back to the house and study stats... or not... It was one of those movies where I leave with out a real opinion because it is so intense and real that I don't know whether to love it or hate it. That is the sign of a good movie. Everything in that movie was loveable and hateable and real and fake and it was just the kind of movie that makes a person feel. Even if the feeling is not happiness.
I am going to the later stats class tomorrow, because I need to sleep in. Badly. I think I will skip politics too. Why? Because there isn't really a point in going. I don't really see much point in going to German either. I don't know, I am getting worn out, and it is my own fault, but rather than getting my work done earlier, managing my time, getting to bed at a reasonable hour, I just skip out on other things.
Tomorrow night will be an adventure.
Saturday will be loads of fun.
Sunday will be hell. I will be writing my politics paper (most likely all of it) and doing whatever other homework I must do... ugh.
But until then... I'll pretend otherwise.
I am going to the later stats class tomorrow, because I need to sleep in. Badly. I think I will skip politics too. Why? Because there isn't really a point in going. I don't really see much point in going to German either. I don't know, I am getting worn out, and it is my own fault, but rather than getting my work done earlier, managing my time, getting to bed at a reasonable hour, I just skip out on other things.
Tomorrow night will be an adventure.
Saturday will be loads of fun.
Sunday will be hell. I will be writing my politics paper (most likely all of it) and doing whatever other homework I must do... ugh.
But until then... I'll pretend otherwise.