i’ve really let myself go.
but i’ve been busy with classes, and being forced to be social, and being infatuated with my ta.
and now i’ll be in Manhattan for 17 days. so you probably won’t hear from me for a while longer…
so, watched x-men first class with my apartmentmates last night
then had people over for BP (which i normally look down upon, but our table was made by one of the engineer majors and it’s pretty cool (lots of bells and whistles) so i allowed it)
then played board games and card games until the sun came back up
ahhhh, summer is good.
- too bad i’m taking classes during it :/
how in the world did i think it was going to be ok to go a week without internet.
i think i will be done by Wednesday, hopefully.
moving sucks.
my roommates are already all moved in (and having fun without me (i just know it!)).
i’ve been logging an insane amount of hours at the library/ at the lab the past two weeks
this will be the death of me.
just need to get to friday.
it is 1 am , i just got back from 14+ hours at the lab.
studying.
this coming up week is going to kill me.
1 final down.
3 more to go.
I saw a spider on the ceiling before reluctantly going to sleep last night, woke up this morning and the spider was gone - can’t help but fear I ate it in my sleep….
i’ve got midterms on thursday and friday along with a lot of other shit that is due. therefore i will not (with all my strength) be on here until 12PM friday (when my midterm ends) - because of course this will be the first thing i do — maybe pass out.
alright, i’m really about to focus and start studying for my midterms (i also said this to myself about four hours ago now, and also half an hour ago) but i’m serious this time
and even though it’s friday i’m going to do this
this friday will not consist of fun fun fun fun fun fun fun
today i was shocked and surprised to find 2 messages.
unfortunately they were from the same person (if i can even call them/it/machine/whatever a person) about testing an ipad2. that shit’s depressing man.
I’ve always been pretty proud of being from California. But my New York yearnings and my recent trip (yes, I’m back now) have made me fairly certain that I NEED to be living in Manhattan. Now. This is killing me. College life is killing me. Why can’t I be attending school in NYC. Why didn’t I care enough when I was in high school.
ON THE BRIGHT SIDE.
THE MICK JAGGER LOOKALIKE KID AT SCHOOL THAT I’M OBSESSED WITH (AND WHO I THOUGHT CERTAINLY QUIT SCHOOL CAUSE I NEVER SAW HIM ANYMORE) IS IN ONE OF MY CLASSES. HE MAKES ME WEAK AT THE KNEES.
