Thursday, September 13, 2007
209: When even Cheesecake doesn't not cooperate
I don't believe in playlists. I just don't. So unless I want to hear the whole of a newly downloaded album (especially if it's from a musical), Cheesecake is always in shuffle.
But damm*t, the random magic of shuffling doesn't seem to work lately. Cheesecake is due for a sever talking-to.
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So life has been pretty hard lately. To wake up at wee hours of the morning and stay up for the most part of the day PLUS night really isn't agreeing with my body right now. I desperately need a vacation from all of this.
I should be studying for a quiz right now, but I had to have a break.
We had the Soc Sci 2 midterms today and during the exam my writing hand (and brain) was screaming in protest. We were asked to answer at least 2 out of 4 essay questions with not less than 20 sentences each! And be concise while going about it? How do I manage to do both.... And we're trained to answer questions in the briefest (but complete!) way possible. Not to beat around the [mulberry!] bush but to be direct. So during the exam I have practiced the art of rewording sentences again and again, just to extend my answer. Oh well. That's that for the midterms.
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Hell Weeks do not exist. Again, why specifically point out specific weeks when you actually feel this chronic pain due to excessive demands of life?
And it can be so stressful to discuss Stress. Especially when the one discussing it is stressed and stressful at the same time.
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Ooh. Kate Bosworth decides to die! So how heavy will that movie be? And what about that masturbating thing in front of that catatonic guy?
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Somehow I always loved the idea of you ever since that stupid day when (expletives). But I know that I'm hanging by tendrils here since you don't care the slightest bit. You're not even aware. Not that I'm actually doing anything.
And I've always loved the thing that you have-slash-do that makes other people hate you. I think it's very endearing. But again I (am not doing/won't do anything) about it.
Sigh.
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Darn it that NMAT is friggin' expensive. I could buy lots with that money....