waking up to a nose bleed
this is me half awake. sipping the coffee with milk. i can't bear pure blackness anymore. i guess i go through phases. i'm in the midst of finals and i should definitely be studying right now, especially since it's 1:45pm. i'm still jet-lagged or something. why should i even adjust when i'll be back so soon?
this place is a mess. i should clean it. i should do a lot of things today. who knows if they will get done. i'm tired of being a good student, clean person. i just want to get out and relax. even though spring break was only a couple days ago, i had to study...so does that make it spring break? i was on edge, stressed out, you know. now i need to start studying for stats. fuck.
i feel like there is so much that needs to be accomplished before i leave (not even school related). but what? what shit did i have to take care of? ahhh. and there's so much more now too because of summer school and figuring out what i want to do for the rest of my life. like as soon as i tell my mother a potential vocation i might pursue, she goes and tells all her friends. the next time i see her she's like "so and so can get you an internship here..." it's like i don't even know who she's talking about. ugh. why do i tell her anything? i wish there had been more than just me in that house...or something.
anyway, i should get down to business, but maybe i'll write later because you know i have nothing to do but procrastinate tonight.
this place is a mess. i should clean it. i should do a lot of things today. who knows if they will get done. i'm tired of being a good student, clean person. i just want to get out and relax. even though spring break was only a couple days ago, i had to study...so does that make it spring break? i was on edge, stressed out, you know. now i need to start studying for stats. fuck.
i feel like there is so much that needs to be accomplished before i leave (not even school related). but what? what shit did i have to take care of? ahhh. and there's so much more now too because of summer school and figuring out what i want to do for the rest of my life. like as soon as i tell my mother a potential vocation i might pursue, she goes and tells all her friends. the next time i see her she's like "so and so can get you an internship here..." it's like i don't even know who she's talking about. ugh. why do i tell her anything? i wish there had been more than just me in that house...or something.
anyway, i should get down to business, but maybe i'll write later because you know i have nothing to do but procrastinate tonight.