Quick update.

Revised To Do list:
1. Tourguide stuff until 4:30.
2. Write at least 5 pages for CW.
3. Read as close to the end of Mrs. Dalloway as humanly possible.
4. Clean my room!
5. Critique fiction papers.
6. Study for my badminton test--because yes, I have a test in badminton.
7. Register at 9:20 tomorrow for next semester.
8. Call and RSVP for President's dinner.
9. Call grandparents.
10. Lunch with prospectives tomorrow.

So yay, I got almost everything done. I unfortunately forgot to call and RSVP, so I'm hoping if I call tomorrow no one will yell at me and all will be well. I really want to go.

Also, I haven't gotten much accomplished on my story. This is driving me nuts. I have ideas, but nothing is getting put down on paper and I'm going to be too tired to write anything at all soon. I'm too easily distracted, and I probably won't write anything until everyone else has gone to bed.

But, I get to cook on Friday night, so yay. Hoping to have a fun dinner party kind of thing, but I'm not sure what's on the menu as of this particular moment. Details coming soon. ;)

I should go write. Someone force me to write, okay?




Someone tell me I'm still alive.

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Another wasted night. I barely fixed a sentence, and I don't have any more pages.

soon enough this will all be a memory

I think I'm deteriorating from the inside out. Soon, I will crumple onto the floor and blow away.

I can't focus on anything but sleeping, eating, watching TV, reading the same websites over and over, hoping something has changed.

this is not enough for any of us to be

I think my eyes might fall out.



Really, is anyone listening?