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Ack! Crap!
Dec. 6th, 2002 05:31 amI've been so used to pressing Apple-S because I've been writing this paper, not realizing that apple-s SENDs in this application. Sheesh
Anyway, so by the time I got home it was almost 11 and I was so tired. I used to be able to pull all-nighters so easily, but I just really couldn't do it. So I fell asleep, planning to wake up super early and finish, and possibly skip all the rest of my classes to do so.
I wake up at 5 am and I look outside, and how stupid am I, but I don't notice right away that it's snowing, I just think that it's weird looking. And Whheee! It's snowing! And it's already covered significant portions of everything. I keep working on my papers,
later... about a million hours later
I'm awake. Every other normal person alive is asleep, or just waking up if they're one of those sccaary workaholic people. I'm writing a paper I could care less about. I'm totally unfocussed. I'm babbling. This paper will probably be the worst tripe I've ever written.
Everything recently has been shit. Brown, gooey, ooey shit. I'm totally floating in a sea of insecurity, bobbing along the waves expectantly waiting to sink but miraculously staying above water everytime I think the riptide has got me. Yuck, I just created an inadvertent mental image of a sea of poo. Yuck.
The snow today was lovely. I went out early with Jarry and made a snow angel and watched him romp around in the powder. I think I'm going to try to make a snowman tomorrow. If I don't pass out and smother myself in white powdery goodness. Christmas is coming up, and it's thrilling. I've realized that after this paper is done, all I really have is finals, which are really not such a big concern. I mean, study week at Columbia was 3 days long... here it's like a week and a half. I'm looking forward to working on my felt advent calendar craft, and relaxing and possibly enjoying my lovely house and satellite tv and life.
Regardless, I hope things change. I hope he gets what he wants... I want him to be happy.
Anyway, so by the time I got home it was almost 11 and I was so tired. I used to be able to pull all-nighters so easily, but I just really couldn't do it. So I fell asleep, planning to wake up super early and finish, and possibly skip all the rest of my classes to do so.
I wake up at 5 am and I look outside, and how stupid am I, but I don't notice right away that it's snowing, I just think that it's weird looking. And Whheee! It's snowing! And it's already covered significant portions of everything. I keep working on my papers,
later... about a million hours later
I'm awake. Every other normal person alive is asleep, or just waking up if they're one of those sccaary workaholic people. I'm writing a paper I could care less about. I'm totally unfocussed. I'm babbling. This paper will probably be the worst tripe I've ever written.
Everything recently has been shit. Brown, gooey, ooey shit. I'm totally floating in a sea of insecurity, bobbing along the waves expectantly waiting to sink but miraculously staying above water everytime I think the riptide has got me. Yuck, I just created an inadvertent mental image of a sea of poo. Yuck.
The snow today was lovely. I went out early with Jarry and made a snow angel and watched him romp around in the powder. I think I'm going to try to make a snowman tomorrow. If I don't pass out and smother myself in white powdery goodness. Christmas is coming up, and it's thrilling. I've realized that after this paper is done, all I really have is finals, which are really not such a big concern. I mean, study week at Columbia was 3 days long... here it's like a week and a half. I'm looking forward to working on my felt advent calendar craft, and relaxing and possibly enjoying my lovely house and satellite tv and life.
Regardless, I hope things change. I hope he gets what he wants... I want him to be happy.
