Here I am, thinking that maybe I should sleep through my math classes in order to wake up and try to finish this badly-started French paper. This is never a thought that would've occurred to me in high school. Is that because the restrictions at el high school were so sharp, or is it that la vida at la Tufts is so loose and free, and (like at any university) the teachers don't care whether you go to class so much?
Whatever. I want to get my test back. But this damn computer lab closes in 36 minutes. Fuckers. I'm on page 1.1 (e.g. page 2) and I need to get to 3.0. This is NOT looking pretty. I can't readily tappety-tap all that easily in my room because my roommate has to sleep, and my keyboard is my loud desktop keyboard. You know, that thing? Yeah.
Also, my essay has not point. It's because I'm too afraid to make a point because I don't think it pertains enough to this stupid passage. Another Engrish mistake I'll keep for the road.
Yeah. Plus my stomach is making stupid noises; dinner sucked unexpectedly and I haven't eaten enough fruit.
But I wonder - why is it so difficult just to, like, take it here? I thought I was pretty happy! Maybe I've got to get used to my mind failing on me, and just take it casually from now on and hope it works out. Because it's been failing a lot lately. And I don't think beer is going to help that. So, yeah. Casually, just casually. I guess I gotta start things 32093093290 days in advance now. Fuck, I don't have any time left for these French essays! WHY are they so close together?
If I don't get a 100 on the Diff Eq test I'll get scared. Or above 90. Please above 90!!!
I sound insane or stupid, but I'm just trying to make sense of things. So are you. War out, peace in.
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