I have no idea what I'm doing,
and I'm seriously dreading tomorrow.
I've missed two days of math, and
thusly have no f*cking clue as to how
to do the work. I have a crapload of
homework due tomorrow, and a test to
take. I don't know how to do either of them.
Some of the homework assignments I've done,
but can't find, others I don't know how to do,
and now I'm just pissing away time.
I won't even bother praying for a miracle,
like my math prof. cancelling class tomorrow.
I missed two days, and I guess that's my fault.
I know one is, but the other, Tuesday's, I was
so damn sore from weight training I literally could
not get out of bed. I had to roll out. I couldn't lift
my books, and I sure as hell wasn't about to hike
to class [which at this school, you WILL hike to class,
everything is on a hill, or in a valley, or up a flight of stairs].
So, right now, I'm fighting off a break down, listening
to Abbey Road [my favourite ablum of thier's], and just
pissing away the time until I finally give in to the inevitable.
I'll just turn in my homework late. Better late and get
10% off the overall grade, than to only turn in part of
one homework assignment. I'll just tell him the truth;
I couldn't find my homework.
And the parts I don't understand should only be part of
the test, so, I guess I'll survive. But, I'm still fantasizing about
Maxwell's Silver Hammer right now; how sweet would that be,
if some nut job student wacked him over the head with a silver hammer?
I mean, silver is pretty darn maleable, so, I doubt it would kill him-
but he'd have a damn bad headache, and a blunt trauma, and
cancel class...
Oh hell, I'm sounding like my roomates. I'm supposed to be
the smart one!
I am doing better about socializing. I got the damn springs taken
off my teeth, so I'm smiling more, and people are talking to me more
in turn. I ate lunch with friends today, and I went out to eat with my
roomates-I even joked with them, and watched a dumbass teen drama
and a romance movie. Well, kind of: I watched One Tree Hill with them
because I know that show turns them into gaggling idiots, and there was
no way I was going to get any work done while it was on, and I just
continued to stay in the room during the Notebook.
She Came in Through the Bathroom Window=My favourite Beatles song.
"Sundays on the phone to Mondays, Tuesdays on the phone with me!...
Once there was a way to get back homeward, once there was a way
to get back home!...Golden slumbers fill your eyes! Smiles await you when
you rise, so sleep pretty darling, do not cry, and I will sing a lullaby."
I want someone to sing me a lulaby.
"Boy, you're gonna carry that weight, you're gonna carry
that weight a long time!"-now that's more in tune with my
academic life right now.
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