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School sucks, but at least it's almost over.
I've got 2 papers to complete by Friday, and a shit ton of studying to do for 2 finals. On top of that, I've another paper to turn in by god knows when because I haven't been in class the past, oh, four times. If I'm lucky (and luck is something I've come to depend on a lot lately), then it's not due until the day of the final, Tues. May 15.
Well, needless to say, communication is key. I spoke to two out of three professors and explained to them my situation; I don't really know what that situation is (I'm no psychoanalyst, and that shite is really out of date), but I've got a good feeling it's something like bi-polar disorder or depression. No, I don't know what triggered it, either. I've been bummed about a lot of things lately, and school has compounded my stress. I've stopped on the meds, but I'll be getting back on something as soon as the therapist tells me what I ought to take.
This whole thing is just mighty mighty gay. Also, I have a skin condition that I'm going to the doctor about this morning. I won't go into it, but it's incredibly painful and it's on my feet, which are kind of important... as far as body parts go.
Through it all, I haven't lost my sense of humor. Waffs will always have one of those, eh? And for the people who might not think much of me, bugger off. Now, as I treat myself for whatever psychological disorder I might have, I find it necessary to stroke my eggo...er, ego...whenever possible. If you'd like to oblige me, go right ahead. If not, fine, but get off it. Your criticism is not what I need right now.
I've got 2 papers to complete by Friday, and a shit ton of studying to do for 2 finals. On top of that, I've another paper to turn in by god knows when because I haven't been in class the past, oh, four times. If I'm lucky (and luck is something I've come to depend on a lot lately), then it's not due until the day of the final, Tues. May 15.
Well, needless to say, communication is key. I spoke to two out of three professors and explained to them my situation; I don't really know what that situation is (I'm no psychoanalyst, and that shite is really out of date), but I've got a good feeling it's something like bi-polar disorder or depression. No, I don't know what triggered it, either. I've been bummed about a lot of things lately, and school has compounded my stress. I've stopped on the meds, but I'll be getting back on something as soon as the therapist tells me what I ought to take.
This whole thing is just mighty mighty gay. Also, I have a skin condition that I'm going to the doctor about this morning. I won't go into it, but it's incredibly painful and it's on my feet, which are kind of important... as far as body parts go.
Through it all, I haven't lost my sense of humor. Waffs will always have one of those, eh? And for the people who might not think much of me, bugger off. Now, as I treat myself for whatever psychological disorder I might have, I find it necessary to stroke my eggo...er, ego...whenever possible. If you'd like to oblige me, go right ahead. If not, fine, but get off it. Your criticism is not what I need right now.