In the immortal words of Socrates, "...I drank what?"

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummm....

nuh.


paper
midterm
paper

huh, it honestly doesn't look that bad. Why am I so apprehensive? It probably doesn't help that I need to read two books in French to do paper #2. My own fault, the student's version of shooting oneself in the foot - I didn't read them when I ought to have done.


Goal for tomorrow:

- don't suck?

Also, maybe I should start listening to upbeat, quick, productive music instead of either angsty or ethereal...

Glory Box is pretty. I'm so tired/of playing/playing with this bow and arrow *coughANGSTcough*
Teardrop is pretty. Just, yeah, with the pretty.
Time is Running Out is...I don't know. Hot. Yeah. I wanted freedom/bound and restricted/I tried to give you up/but I'm addicted? Hot. And with the beat? And the passion/conviction? I like. But am also slightly disgusted by my apparent taste for angst...

asldkfja woiakghaf.

bedtime?