| lissiel ( @ 2009-01-14 19:17:00 |
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| Entry tags: | fail, insomnia ftw!, retard emo, wedding |
The theme for my foreseeable future is: Very Exciting, But Still...
Argh. Argh.
I am going to graduate in May. Probably. Assuming the school actually lets me take every class I need to next semester, and assuming they haven't lied to me about things filling requirements. I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA what I'm going to do after that. Work? AHAhahah. Probably not. Graduate school? Maybe, depending on deadlines. But for what? And THEN what do I do with it? I AM NOT ACTUALLY COMPETENT IN ANYTHING YOU GUYS. D:
This winter semester thing is fun. 3 units in 10 days sounds like a great idea, and it does keep me from getting bored and blowing the class off. But it's also a week's worth of work every day. For two weeks. Complete with tests and papers. And it starts at 8am, whether or not I'm able to get to sleep before 3am. So I haven't slept more than five hours in a row since monday last week, and all I want to do is curl up in a ball and not talk to anyone ever again.
Despite original disagreements, I think we've gotten people to agree to the guest-list being roughly 40 people? For now? We'll see, I guess. To me, that's like...jeezus, FORTY PEOPLE? Do I know that many people? But we had like 100 to start with. I was foreseeing mad panic attacks or completely drugged-out incoherence in my future. :Db Good times! No seriously, can we just run away? Elvis can marry us, and we'll just hide out until everyone forgets we ever said anything. Okay? Okay? Bueller?
And to top it all off, I'm getting sick, and haven't been able to keep any food down except a few crackers since this morning. ROCK.