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I just stayed in school until eleven to do some project.

Think I’m going to be getting used to this soon.

I want to work in the Office.

Watched the Office until almost 5am last night. It’s an addiction.

I heart Pam. (:

Down the same old rocky road

You pretty much know things aren’t going the way they should when you’re awake at 4am chanting “what the fuck” over and over.

I messed up again. School ends at 315. BGS meeting wrapped up by 6. I reach home way before 7. And say I had dinner at 730. That would still give me more than 8 hours to do something productive. And 8 hours is a huge number. When I look back at what I needed to do and what I actually did. Well, some things never change.

In other news, I finally, finally learned to strum with a pick. My brother taught me. Yay it sounds a lot better.

Yes, there is hope.

Yes, my prof wrote “Gd” three times on my closed book quiz.

Looks like I might not be failing my stats course after all.

And I did my share of class participation today. Presented some question to my class and even escaped the trick question from the prof. Take that.

Then again, bonks got full marks. And he pointed out she gave me one mark out of pity. Damn it, pity marks.

This is Amazing.

Wow, I really do blog more with this silly program.

Ever since my brother got a fedoras for his birthday, it’s now a rule that at any one time there must be at least one person walking around the house in a fancy hat.

And the closest I will get to reading the newspaper everyday is when I use it as a placemat for my supper. But I really do read the bits that aren’t covered by the bowl.

My dog barked at me when I was scrounging around in the kitchen. Fuck, it’s seriously the only sight that makes me feel any sense of guilt (the pile of stats notes on my desk included). That white fluffy thing with those round black eyes staring at me through the kitchen door.

Sigh.

My head hurts

Whee I’m blogging remotely.

And this is a desperate attempt to blog a little more.

Fuck statistics,

I’m going to be a grinder.

Seriously though, I am screwed for tomorrow.

Time for some self reflection now..

Hello 2.4 GPA!

My time management is fail. I have three days of school which ended on Wednesday. Four days of break with which to do my assorted work and projects. And here I am once again on Sunday night trying to lessen my guilt by chionging through as much work as I can, which again isn’t very much.

In better news, I’m playing online again. I don’t know if I’m playing better or because it’s easier to play with people who know how to play, but I’m definitely playing better than before.

My back and neck hurt like hell today.

Assholes

I’m finally driving on my own.

Had my first tailgater yesterday. Motherfucker in a SUV filling up my rear view.

From now on, I’ll just slow down even more when there’s someone tailgating me.

Duuum dum..

The day I say no to zombies, I’ll know I’ve grown up.