Wednesday, March 21, 2001

I hate finals. My room is a mess, my brain is overcrowded, and I feel plain old crappy. They're demoralizing. I understand that musicians rarely get a non-musical college education... so that's why they never write songs about this stuff. "Chemistry" does not qualify. That's an ANNOYING SONG. Finals suck.

Tuesday, March 13, 2001

finals. finals. Sounds so dreary. The weather was sweet today, a nice crisp blue. Perfect to sacrifice leg hair (you know shave?) and blind the world. I haven't seen sun in a while. Partially becuase I've had homework and mostly 'cause it was rainy for a while. But it was warm today.
The quarter is coming to a close and once again it's my a** in a sling because my grades aren't good enough. Eh, even if my grades were good enough, I'd still have to study for finals to make sure they didn't fall. So I got this sweet little blue minidisc player, a gift from my loving boyfriend, james. His 21st birthday was last week and I finally met all his friends. Well, some of his friends. But I'm working on it.
So it's time for 122 algorithm homework. zzzzzzzz.
Was lead to a neato new site today www.megatokyo.com which is a japanese style comic. Ultra funny, or at least much better than "Anton" in the California Aggie. I also am growing a long dagger of a nail on my middle finger left hand. No, it's not for that purpose, either flicking off people or other nastier things. It's got bumpies on it and I want to grow it all out and cut it all off but it's startin to annoy me. Been sick recently, which sorta puts a damper on my "work work or die" attitude but hey, I can live with sleeping more. The being sick part isn't so good. Still need to send some mail out to my friends, keep on forgetting to hit the mailbox. Gotta get some stuffs done soon, before I start bailing water out of the sunken boat. Motivation Motivation, like writing the word will give me any. Damnit, I'm getting to work.