*sniff*

Today I was that girl in the testing center. The one that kept sniffling every ten seconds.

No I was not having a breakdown (my test actually went pretty well).

I was just a girl in the front row, with a not-exactly-congested nose, without a tissue.

ps: I hate people that do that. I am such a hypocrite.

hero

maybe it's just because i keep watching depressing movies or writing depressing french papers, but man, i am burned out.

or maybe it's because two years of experience have taught me that i don't even want what i see in movies anyway.

:S

Hold on, if you feel like letting go.

We're all thinking it, so I'm just going to say it:

I hate finals.

My brain is turning to mush.

Assumptions

I absolutely HATE it when your brain makes assumptions. When you think that you've got more time than you do. When you make a schedule based off that assumed time allotment and then you go to finish an assignment and you realize that your brain has messed up. ...crap...dumb...mistake...

*hit*
*head*
*keyboard*

I decided:

There is no such thing as a pair of practical, stylish, winter shoes.

That is all.

While walking to the RB to practice Rumba, by myself:

I stepped in a huge puddle and got my right foot soaked.
I realized I forgot music to dance to, so I'll look really cool...dancing my myself..to the music in my head.


And then I got sprayed with snow/slush/rain/mud/vomit from the sky by a DUMB car that drove by.



GRRR.

T freaking d. Should've known.

I would just like to feel vindicated on the choice of my major.

And know that there is a subject out there that I could actually do well enough in to go to grad school.

That's all.


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