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Why is it that my addictions seem to surface at exactly the worst possible times? These days my life has been school, Sims, sleep. School, Sims, sleep. Ad infinitum.
I am this close to bringing my laptop to school to play TS2 during my spare and lunch during the inevitable Feeney-is-ignoring-me-so-I-have-nothing-to-do time.
All this with exams looming just on the horizon. Exams that I desperately need to study for, especially after that stunt in calculus where I decided to start sucking at calculus.
For the first time this year, though, I kind of half get what we're doing in geometry. Except for I still have no clue wtf this 'mathematical induction' stuff is. To me, induction is making electricity by sticking a magnet in a wire coil. And that doesn't make a lick of sense in this context. But, whatever.
I dreamt a lot last night. Good dreams, bad dreams. They're all running together now into a big sloppy mess and I can't tell which is which. A dream where my father decides to forgo getting a car so we walk to Orlando from... somewhere, I don't know where. Far away. We're going on a cruise on the same ship we went on to go to Italy, and I am freaking out because of the bad energy associated. I see Chris with a model-looking woman that has long silver-white hair (don't need to think very much to know where that one came from). We're on a ship and I'm eating bread that looks like the flag of Italy.
Strange, indeed...
I am this close to bringing my laptop to school to play TS2 during my spare and lunch during the inevitable Feeney-is-ignoring-me-so-I-have-nothing-to-do time.
All this with exams looming just on the horizon. Exams that I desperately need to study for, especially after that stunt in calculus where I decided to start sucking at calculus.
For the first time this year, though, I kind of half get what we're doing in geometry. Except for I still have no clue wtf this 'mathematical induction' stuff is. To me, induction is making electricity by sticking a magnet in a wire coil. And that doesn't make a lick of sense in this context. But, whatever.
I dreamt a lot last night. Good dreams, bad dreams. They're all running together now into a big sloppy mess and I can't tell which is which. A dream where my father decides to forgo getting a car so we walk to Orlando from... somewhere, I don't know where. Far away. We're going on a cruise on the same ship we went on to go to Italy, and I am freaking out because of the bad energy associated. I see Chris with a model-looking woman that has long silver-white hair (don't need to think very much to know where that one came from). We're on a ship and I'm eating bread that looks like the flag of Italy.
Strange, indeed...