Babble pie.
Apr. 26th, 2004 08:25 amMonday morning. I feel like yelling incoherently, but I doubt very much I'm awake enough to raise my voice to any sort of yelling pitch. This is my last week of regular classes before finals next week. I'm not sure whether I should be panicked or not. Two of my five finals aren't going to be cummulative, so that's a plus. But I'm not sure how great my grades are going to be. Definitely not high enough to keep my nice scholarship, that's for sure. I didn't get nearly enough of what I wanted done this weekend, but there's not very much I can do about it now. Well, there's complaining, but that only works when I have someone other than myself to blame. Stupid Argentinian Beaver-Weasels.
Okay, I hate this. I wake up, and I'm feeling rather awake, and then as the morning progresses, I get sleepier and sleepier. My internal clock is all whacked out. I should really stop going to bed after midnight.
Ugh, and I still haven't filled out any other applications besides the one for Gamestop, and the summer is fast approaching. "Bother! Botherbotherbotherbother...."
Hehe.
Okay, I hate this. I wake up, and I'm feeling rather awake, and then as the morning progresses, I get sleepier and sleepier. My internal clock is all whacked out. I should really stop going to bed after midnight.
Ugh, and I still haven't filled out any other applications besides the one for Gamestop, and the summer is fast approaching. "Bother! Botherbotherbotherbother...."
Hehe.