happy.
Current life mood: yep. that’d be it.
I feel good things in my midst, and it’s exciting. :)
I guess I think too much with my heart and not enough with my head… But does anyone else find it morbidly ironic that you can wipe away months, maybe years (for some) with the click of a button? I always ask where’s the ON/OFF switch for caring about people…
Found it…
ugh.
I’m literally sick to my stomach just thinking about everything. Kevin made a good comparison at work once. “If you fail a class, you retake it to get a better grade. YOU GET RID OF THE BAD.” But somehow, even when you get rid of the bad stuff, it sort of lingers and haunts you awhile, and when it rises to the surface, it’s just terrible. :’( I need the distraction of good company right now. The blood in my very veins is boiling and I can’t handle it anymore.
I’m so fucking screwed. So overwhelmed. I need an 89 on my biopsyc to get a 71 overall in the class. No curve. Let’s not even talk about the final I have right after that one which I don’t know when I can start studying for. I know grades don’t reveal a person’s character or any of that nonsense, but just once, JUST ONCE, can’t the amount of work I put into studying reflect itself at the end? Brain, please PLEASE don’t fail me. Just 28 more hours.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Your nerves gather with the altitude
Exhale the stress so you don’t come unglued
Somewhere there is a happy affair.
I really want to sign up for a freshman seminar… But I remembered I’m a junior with nearly senior standing in college. And I still don’t know what I want out of life. FML.
Roommate bonding on Valentine’s Day = failed attempts @ reading neurobio, stuffing ourselves with chocolate, & making fun of my Valentine sleeping peacefully like Prince Charming on my bed while we get absolutely ZERO work done.
great evening!
I’m terrified of making room for someone new if it means leaving you in the past, but I don’t know any other way. I’ve waited too long, cried too many tears, cared too much. I have perfection in my hands. It smiles at me, lifts me up, makes me strive to achieve greater things, and yet I keep turning back. I’m going to look ahead from now on. I have to.
