That's about how much sleep I got today in total. I'm surprised I didn't make any dumber mistakes than I did! I could not sleep last night, despite the 2 calms forte I took at 10:30 before laying in bed for 3 hours without actually falling asleep.
I kind of hate anyone who's gotten to go to a twins game this season...kind of means I don't, simply because it's before the verb "hate", in case you were concerned or shocked...it's no fair! I want to go. I have this complex about it though, like my complex about movies. I usually hate seeing a movie with someone who's already seen it. I still can't say why, I couldn't really tell ya, but I almost feel that way about the Twins. I want to go though so I don't even care! TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALL GAME...for the love.
Crap, now I miss my big sister.
I am one of those people that decides what they're going to say, as they speak...I mean on one hand, it's good because you think quick on your feet, on the other hand sometimes you end up spewing nonsense and wondering if anyone even understood it, or if you've even made a point. That may or may not have been me at small group...but it's okay, I prefer being humored unless I can be let down gently.
I've realized that lately I've been stuck on this habit: my mocking voice is apparently always mickey-mouse-style...I don't know why. It's sort of a combination of that with the Pinocchio voice (the "i'm a real boy!" bit).
I am so ready for this semester to be over, that I am almost really to the point of not caring whether I ever get into the journalism school. Maybe that's a good thing? I don't work well under the "now or never" kind of pressure, so maybe leaning towards the apathy end of the spectrum will relieve some of the weight.
I was really tempted to not go to class today, and I went only to find out my project that I thought was due in a week and half is in fact due THIS thursday...Naturally, a near-panic attack ensued. I skipped my next class (for which I know nothing else is due the rest of the semester til the final exam), and went home and had my panic attack. It mainly consisted of blasting coldplay, and attempting to find anything I could on immigration related to minnesota.
Today was the 4th (May the 4th be with you, I found that funny) my last anything, I believe is the 15th...only 11 days til FREEEDDOMMMMMMMMMMM! Gah!
Now I need to go to sleep so that tomorrow I can be confident, awake, and put together...things that I almost always feel I am not...Tallee ho!
