2004-12-08 - 11:55 p.m.
God damn I love sleep depriving, breakout causing, purple bags under my eyes producing end of the semester stress. The thing is though, why do I dread class so much? This is my day tomorrow: One french class at 10:00, another french class at 1:00. I like both the classes, and I'm very rarely bored in them, and afterwards I always walk away feeling positivly... so why do I dread them so much?
The only thing that keeps me going is that big ideal of doing big idealistic things over break. "Over break I'm going to..." paint my house. Build a life-sized paper mache cat. Learn Vietnemese. Stop piling dirty towels on my floor. No task it to great because I have a month off. I probably won't do any of it anyway.
My hair is wet and making me cold. And even though I cleaned it, it smells bad because my towels are dirty. Not very dirty, but really if you use a towel more than once without washing it, it's pretty fucking dirty. This is the life I live, my friends. Showering and making myself smell with dirty towels.
