2004-03-08 - 11:57 p.m.
My room is a fucking mess. Heather's not here for the week, and as a result, every single thing I own has ended up in a Mount Everest pile around my desk. I will have to clean it though, not only because it's sad, but because of the upcoming Spring Break.
O SPRING BREAK, HOW I LONG FOR THEE. This semester I've been coming home on Saturdays, probably because the weather is so nasty that there's no reason to stay here, but I really feel like I need this week off to get through the rest of school. I'm actually doing quite well this semester, academically and otherwise, but with all the past pressures of the housing situation crap, and itching for vacation, I need a break.
It's really hot in here.
You don't realize how much Diet soda you drink until there's about 800 cans on your desk, and you have to lift each one up to remember which one you are currently drinking out of.
My 8:30 is cancelled for both today and Friday, woohoo! Therefore the only real worry for this week is this Humanities paper I have to write in class on Thursday but prepare for ahead of time. That and trying to get through what will probably be the slowest week in creation.
OK, so I've probably mentioned in here at one point that a long time ago last year Heather bought these sleeping pills, and I got some too, and they work and they're great. Except the last two times I've taken them, they've made me really tired. All day. It's been 24 hours since the ones I took last night and I still feel fucking drugged as hell. I don't think I'm going to take them anymore unless I have some serious insomnia. There's a lesson for you, children.
Well, I have to go get off on pictures of my future apartment. Later!
