So I return, albeit briefly. I'm going to run off to the library and study my little hiny (sp) off until they kick me out, at which point I don't know where I'll go. I can't wait until I move into this coop - I think I'll just feel much more comfortable using all of their shit. Even though the frat has stuff, I'm not a member of the frat, so my entitlement to use these things is questionable. That, or I just don't want to deal with frat brothers if I can avoid it...
I'm trying to have a good attitude about finals, because I think that will go a long way. These are the days when I wish I could just hit fast forward and skip directly to Friday night. I better have a fucking great time on Friday night, or else I'm going to throw a fit.
So, what do you guys think about the third panel here? I don't know...while I still think DC Simpson is a great artist, something about Millie's broad smiles just doesn't work. Maybe it's because I've never seen a fox grin before...
Man, my computer sucks me in so easily. All I want to do is friggin' check my mail, listen to music, read some journals, update some journals, read some webcomics...not that much! The thought crossed my mind that perhaps it would be pleasurable to pleasure myself, but I have enough self control to not waste time in this manner the evening before what will be my most important day in all of college, grade-wise.
Gah. Tomorrow's my most important day in all of college, grade-wise. *gulp*
Today wasn't too bad, it involved math homework, math homework, and that's about all. I guess I'll try to wake up and do some hardcore studying tomorrow, but alas, Friday is coming closer and closer.
I'm a little scared about 54 and 55, but I think I'll do fine in Cog Sci if I actually study. Same with 55, most likely, but 54 I haven't done well in this whole summer, and I haven't devoted a whole lot of extra time to it. Some, sure, but nothing too extensive.
Oh yeah, I bought toothpaste and White Antibacterial Dial today, so we'll see how my armpits smell tomorrow morning. Let us hope. Lettuce Hope. That's actually a cool name for a band, or an album. Or maybe a blog.
Last night I had a really strange dream. I was a fucking Planeteer, y'know, from Captain Planet. I was the red haired one, I forget what his name was. He was the fire one from "North America". Also in the dream, my father was an African dignitary, and he got really pissed off at me when this sink started overflowing.
Yeah, my dreams can be pretty strange sometimes.
So for the first time in a very long time, I think I'm going to skip music hours to do math homework and go to my GSI's office hours. It will be difficult not to explode, because I really don't like him or the class. I've thought about exploding so many times in class, just throwing shit at him randomly. But I don't. I have self control...to a certain extent.
We'll see how his office hours go.
I also really want a bagel, but it's difficult to do math homework and get a bagel at the same time, so I think I'll have to wait. But I think I can handle that without throwing anything.
Here I am, awake, alone, Saturday night. Not really surprising, but kind of aggravating. I've done no work whatsoever today, which is in extremely poor form. I still haven't purchased antibacterial soap.
I'm really in no mood to post, but I haven't done so in a while, and I owe it to my legion of followers. So here you go.
