Not for me, not for me
Call it torture, call it university
Arts and crafts is all I need
I'll take calligraphy and then I'll make a fake degree.
Thank you, Reliant K. You know what you're talking about. Although I don't think I would sell all my books to see Dave Matthews Band (no offense to Dave Matthews and his band).
Weekends are the worst. One would think I would be saying that weekends were the best. But no. They are the worst. So much homework to do, and when I don't get even close to what I want to get accomplished done, it just depresses me. Plus, it's so lonely. Mom tells me what they're doing, and it somehow sounds so fun, even though it's nothing. I was making a poster for bio, and I just wanted to talk to someone! I felt so lonely sitting there by myself.
But I'm whining and complaining again, which I had sworn off. It must be depressing to read this stuff. Apologies, everyone. My next post will be cheerful. Of course, there might not be a post for awhile, but it will be cheerful!!!
I'm going to bed. I think I'm overtired, which is attributing to my emotional state. *sigh*
Goodnight.
*Gasp* No wonder I'm so tired!! It's almost 11:00!! I thought it was earlier. Time flies! Even when you're not having fun. Stupid bio. How am I going to keep my GPA up with that class???
Saturday, January 22, 2005
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