and now my neck is sore

today i feel: so tired...
today i'm hearing: serengeti -- ipod
today i'm thinking: that cigarettes are not the answer

First and foremost, is Teryn's deviantart account still active? And, if so, could I snag the address from someone? I am trying to pimp my friends, but have very little material for pimpage! Meep!

I really should be going to sleep. Because I've been tired since...8.00 this morning. But, of course, I am not sleeping. For I am dumm. But that's okay. I guess. Don't really have a choice, do I?

I went to talk to my math professor about my failing bad exam grades. He's even more disorganized than I thought! But he did help me kind of and I did manage to win a point from him for faulty grading and that was pretty cool. So now I have a hearty C on my first exam and a hearty D on the second. But I'm going in to discuss the second one with him on Wednesday. Hopefully I can get some luck again and boost that a little. If i can find the bloody answer key. Oy. I love it. They gave us an answer key but not...our...answers. ...Wtf.

I am kind of packed for this weekend. ...Kind of. I'm forcing myself to be kind of cute. I don't know why, I just feel it's necessary. It will probably fail miserably, but this is me. These things are expected. I managed to land a comically huge load of homework for the weekend. Got a paper to write on the spectacle of a play that has little to no spectacle, a project presentation on Tuesday to which I have nothing to present, The Epic of Gilgamesh to read (HA!), a chapter of speech, drill words (HA HA!) and math. Honestly, the majority of these I don't need until Wednesday, but Halloween is Tuesday. ...I'm not doing homework. Fuck that shit.

I'm pretty deliriously excited about this weekend. Car-bon-duh-lay is starting to become suffocating, what with the Tummy Impaler going crazy and the Roommate snogging Down-the-Hall Matt constantly and stuff. Sometimes, it's really fun. Like tonight. Tonight was fun. But other times? It's...not.

I feel kind of like I'm stuck in a sadistic summer camp: one where you do math problems and write papers unstead of, you know, canoeing and making lanyards. A summer camp where you can't ever, ever go home. It doesn't seem real. I keep waking up and thinking, 'Oh, yay. I'm home! Oh, wait. No. I'm not.' It's very distressing. You're supposed to love college, right? I don't. I don't love it at all. I love some of the people down here and I love the nicotine-addicted squirrels, but I definitely don't love college. It's okay. I guess. Like my mum's mashed potatoes: acceptable, but not quite right.

Ah well. That's life, I guess.

It's bedtime. I'm delirioius.