i don't care much about anything. just give me a ring, and tell me to wake up and do anything.

thank you, weezer for understanding my pain, haha.
yep.
it's FINALS TIME again.
i have a research essay due at the end of the day and a presentation on rugby. i'm not really looking forward to any of it, since i no longer care. and i truly do feel like i've been run over by a truck. the holiday season is upon us as well, a double whammy of another christmas spent with the family. not that that's necessarily a bad thing. i'd just rather be off cavorting with someone, anyone some place and not here.

i'm waiting, patiently for the other 3 small catastrophes to happen; bad things generally happen in threes. my laptop came down with a horrendous amount of trojan horses last week, my car wouldn't start (curse you -35C weather! i'm moving somewhere warm the second i can)... i'm waiting eagerly to see what kind of disaster hands me for number three. i could've already used it up in my horrific disaster of a spanish oral exam.
that, my friends, would be what nightmares were made of. every time my professor asked me a question in spanish i blanked. i knew what he was asking me, but had zero idea as to how to answer him. my mind went completely blank.

just like i am on this research essay which i'm currently not doing. agh.

b; old enough to know better; attached.
college student of historical events, future educator. canadienne. i like to read, but i don't do it enough. i run. i like zombies. i'm obsessed with all things batman, except not batfleck. i'm a terrible video game player, but i'm getting better through attrition. i can play piano pretty good, though. the sound of city streets soothes me, but i love the silence of the forest. curious stargazer.

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i don't care much about anything. just give me a ring, and tell me to wake up and do anything.

thank you, weezer for understanding my pain, haha.
yep.
it's FINALS TIME again.
i have a research essay due at the end of the day and a presentation on rugby. i'm not really looking forward to any of it, since i no longer care. and i truly do feel like i've been run over by a truck. the holiday season is upon us as well, a double whammy of another christmas spent with the family. not that that's necessarily a bad thing. i'd just rather be off cavorting with someone, anyone some place and not here.

i'm waiting, patiently for the other 3 small catastrophes to happen; bad things generally happen in threes. my laptop came down with a horrendous amount of trojan horses last week, my car wouldn't start (curse you -35C weather! i'm moving somewhere warm the second i can)... i'm waiting eagerly to see what kind of disaster hands me for number three. i could've already used it up in my horrific disaster of a spanish oral exam.
that, my friends, would be what nightmares were made of. every time my professor asked me a question in spanish i blanked. i knew what he was asking me, but had zero idea as to how to answer him. my mind went completely blank.

just like i am on this research essay which i'm currently not doing. agh.