mood: exhausted
music: mozart's sonata in a major, ala meine mutti
CPCetc: body: *craaaaaaaack*
** **...I can not be this tired from only ten hours of school. Vhat de fock, mahn. Vhat. De. Fock.
My Iris binder is honestly horrendous. I screwed up my hole-punching job so now there are holes--in varying degrees of accuracy--on both sides. So if you see it, you definitely think I'm some kind of OCD case or sommat. Oh well. We all knew I was an ADD bunny after all*.
I have my first psychology test tomorrow. As much as I love Ms Smith-now-Gorski, I honestly can't bring myself to study. I think I'll watch Billy and make flash cards or something. 'Cause...dood. I need to study. I know jack shit. And there's no way I'm failing psychology after getting a feckin' B in AP Euro as a sophomore.
...I use too many italics when I'm sleepy. Mrph.
Mum's going crazy with the whole uni thing now that I've brought home ACT materials (Da's making me take it again in hopes that Wesleyan will give me money). And...no. Not going to deal with that right now. Not this week. Too much to do.
I made a deal with Laurie (my Orchescheiβ teacher) today. Since my life is devoured this semester, I don't actually have to join the company until next semester. I've managed to put my humiliation to rest for another four months! Huzzah! I can sleep tonight. Assuming I do. Ahem.
Belly wants food. *pokes it* Or maybe it's just mad at me for no reason. It's being weird today. It seems to constantly want food. I'm taking that as a good sign: possibly my hobbit metabolism kicking in again. Yay! Belly's not dying any more. *taps desk*
I have no way to finish this. There is no sustenance to my life.
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