Am I copying the blog movement?
You bet I am.
I've tried to keep a livejournal and a xanga in the past. Fail. Perhaps this will be more successful. I doubt it, but it's always worth a try.
Procrastination. I'll always look at the clock and think, "Hey, it's one in the afternoon. I usually go to bed at one in the morning. Technically, I have twelve hours to completely this annotated bibliography. I have time. I'll just play some solitaire."
Yes. Well, some turns into a shit ton and the time that I thought I had? Not so much anymore.
I guess I shouldn't worry too much about it. Strictly speaking, though this semester has consisted of repeatedly hitting myself in the head with a two ton lemon wedge, my grades aren't half bad. Pulling a 3.5 in most of them, so screw it. Pressure needs to set in, anyway. Can't do nothin' right without da pressure.
Such is life.
Oppenheimer. Shit. Less than two weeks out and I still have NO idea what I'm doing. I'll just be phenominally relieved if I can pull this off without too many disappointed people.
Just have to have fun with it, and everything should turn out all right. Yes?
Curses upon you, Carson Kreitzer. And you, too, Pandora - you and your Hope can kiss Lilith's feministic, tattooed ass. Thanks ever so much!
yay yay yay Dinner yay yay yay
take it easy, everybody. don't get raped. don't die
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