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[tawny918]

Gah! So much to do! I have this damn take home tests that is actually THREE PAPERS IN ONE TEST OMG and then I have to study for two more exams for tuesday and that damn study session I'm gonna know ABSOLUTELY NOTHING I'M SO SORRY LAUREN and then I have two exams TWO TWO TWO IN ONE DAY and they're my two hardest GAH and then I have to study study study and teach myself that entire class in like what a DAY and then take another exam and then OMG i have to clean my apt and find somewhere to hide the alcohol bottles and I have to return the five hundred or so late library books I have out and how on EARTH am I gonna get that many to the library and christ, I still have to drive caitlin to the airport in the middle of cleaning up all my crap in the apt and then of course I find myself promised to go to a birthday dinner and see hazim and see lauren and see kumar and WHEN WILL I SEE THESE PEOPLE and I have bruises all over me because I am muy muy stupid in general and more bruises because I am muy muy muy stupid while drunk and then my apt doesn't have a lock so I have to worry until Monday that someone will break in and rape me and what on earth am I gonna take home? I have to pack, shit totally forgot about packing, and what does one do with heat when they're gone? I can't just leave it off or the pipes will freeze, right, that what pipes do? And I am in SO MUCH PAIN because when I'm drunk I think arm wrestling and instead of think no Lindsay, you don't actually possess muscles in your arm I think let's do it AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN and then when the door jams in my apt let's dry to BREAK THE GLASS WITH YOUR ELBOW OMG SO CLEVER and then then when I have to climb through the window I scrape up my knee and then get some weird mysterious wound on my back where on earth did that come from? And of course there's the bite mark on my arm and the enormous swollen bruise on the back of my hand where I reached for something and managed to whack my hand on the table and where did this semester go, I have SO MUCH TO DO why am I writing this??

Also, if I had a dream that I was madly in love with a rotund guy then why am I so shallow in real life?

Ow, my back. Ow, my brain. Ow, my grade in my france class.