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Is it wrong that I find it a wee bit ridiculous that in our Med Bio final project we have to discuss basic DNA structure, function, and replication? Bear in mind that we spent a whole quarter covering this stuff. I would hope that people would understand it enough by now that they don't need the review. What a waste of my time.
I've been pretty undproductive lately, and it's obnoxious. I just want this school year to be over so I can kick summer into gear. And by "kick summer into gear" I mean "hang out with people as much as possible in as little time as possible, so I can proceed to work like crazy so I don't have to work so much during the school year so I don't fall behind in school but can still afford a road trip and the France trip next summer, while having a little bit of cash for college since the trips will be taking out of my working time next summer." Yep. I'm sure you knew that.
So the last choir concert is tomorrow night and I'm definitely not excited. All my final projects are due the next day, and everybody knows how much I love to procrastinate until the night before things are due. I guess this is just EXTREME PROCRASTINATING! WHOO!
Eleven days until I blow this popsicle stand. Whoo. I still haven't packed a thing.
Oh well. I guess I could work on that project. Or sleep. One of those.
I've been pretty undproductive lately, and it's obnoxious. I just want this school year to be over so I can kick summer into gear. And by "kick summer into gear" I mean "hang out with people as much as possible in as little time as possible, so I can proceed to work like crazy so I don't have to work so much during the school year so I don't fall behind in school but can still afford a road trip and the France trip next summer, while having a little bit of cash for college since the trips will be taking out of my working time next summer." Yep. I'm sure you knew that.
So the last choir concert is tomorrow night and I'm definitely not excited. All my final projects are due the next day, and everybody knows how much I love to procrastinate until the night before things are due. I guess this is just EXTREME PROCRASTINATING! WHOO!
Eleven days until I blow this popsicle stand. Whoo. I still haven't packed a thing.
Oh well. I guess I could work on that project. Or sleep. One of those.