| I am pale, weak, and sickly.
My hands are death.
I can scarcely walk unassisted.
If this were early 19th century England, I would be the sex.
Given they could look past my alpha-male bull-walrus cough.
It might be H1N1, or some less-stylish strain of influenza.
But here is a more plausible explanation:
This is a manifestation of my inconsistent, unhealthy lifestyle.
I haven't done any school work this entire week.
I somehow piddled away days.
"Somehow" entails:
-30 Rock episodes online.
-Farmville.
-Running.
-Sleeping.
-Knitting.
-Noteating. |
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| Eighteen yearsa thisshit. |
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| I feel like I have nothing to do all day.
Nothing I have to do.
I go to the essential classes, which are limited to Programming lecture and Accounting lecture.
All other classes are secondary; they should feel honored if I include them in my schedule.
So don't get your hopes up, all my discussions and math lecture. If I should give you the time of day, it is merely a fluke, a whim, an accident. Don't misinterpret my intentions; don't flatter yourself.
And this week I don't have math homework, due to the midterm.
Which stood in for homework as my weekly dose of ass-fucking.
Not that it's awful.
In fact, math homework is what I live for, between weekends.
Aside from being a huge, much-needed ravenous time-devourer, it is quite enjoyable.
One would hope so, seeing as it is my major and all.
So without discussion or math lecture, and without math homework, where am I to turn for pastimes?
Here is where:
-Ridiculous unnecessary grocery trips
-Inefficient routes about campus
-Stressing myself sick about calorie consumption
-Working out excessively
-Knitting
-Farmville
-Journaling
This week is lasting forever. |
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