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[xeuromarcx]

Im sitting here in my room, finishing off a 40 before i go to bed because i don't want to have to deal with a flat 40 later on this week (tomorrow morning). My suitemate is watching the x-files very loudly and i think he might be doing lines of something because of frequent loud snorting sounds that emminate from their room, but whatever. I have a psych paper due tomorrow at 12:30, that i still need to write about another page of before its' finished. I have two tests on thursday, essentially back to back. I have 15 minutes between when my history exam ends and my psychology exam begins... should be a good time. Especially when i get to take a Chaucer exam the next day, and keep in mind that i'm pretty unprepared for all three tests. I pretty much sit around outside and read all day, every day, unless i'm drinking. I'm only half joking when i say that too. I'm just about finished with For Whom The Bell Tolls, which has been twice as good as i had expected it to be. Hemingway was one hell of a writer. This week is going to suck, but this weekend should be really good, so i'm looking forward to it a lot. Thad and Alicia. Claire and Bobby. What can beat that? Not a lot, as in pretty much nothing.

Ugh.

I need to shower.
I need to shave.
I need to study.
I need to finish my paper.
I need to get a job.
I need to send in my tax return.
I need to stop overdrafting on my debit card.
I need to cut down on my smoking.
I need to get my drinking in line so i don't fiend anymore.
I need to do laundry.
I need to write more.
I need to do a whole shitload of stuff...

But i'm going to go to bed.
I don't even know why i wrote this;

fuck it.