| | so, yeah, here I am at nearly three am. I am now almost finished with page 9 of my term paper. Sigh. So very tired. My plan is crawl onto the tenth page then fall asleep. Wake up at ten then work until five pm, then turn it in. Then come home, look over the key terms for my Film history final, then take the final at seven pm. Then come home, crash or maybe cry and then crash, we'll see. I actually like my story, its pretty interesting to write, its just coming up with shit that is historically accurate that is hard. Like if I were writing this for fun, I would have introduced a love interest by now, but nope gotta talk about history. Grumble. Well seven hours tomorrow to work a six page miracle... or a five and a half page miracle.. whatever.
In other non paper news, today royally sucked. I found out I can't take my camping trip because my parents remembered I owe them money and want me to pay them back... so, I've got enough money to pay for school, but not enough to vacation. Grumbly. Plus Frank was having a bad day, its really hard for me when he starts getting insecure about what he wants to do with his life... I should work on having more patience. I guess, part of the reason I get snappish is because, well if he doesn't know what he's doing, then I don't know what I am doing, and that is beyond worrysome, its terrifying. And somehow that comes out as "(slap!) get it together man" which probably isn't very helpful.
Anyway I am exhausted, and I need to be brilliant... in less than seven hours. Grumble. After Wednesday I don't have to deal with this school bullshit... for a whole seven day, gr-reat.
posted by Amber at 2:54 AM
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