XANAXXX
One more thing: will somebody please answer one of your fifteen spam ads you got in your email box today and get me some Xanax? (Xanax is beautiful: aspirin is to headache as Xanax is to panic attack.) Just send a big bottle my way. Call it an early Christmas present. Thanks.
It happened again!!
It's deja vu all over again, it's that day where it suddenly dawns on me that no, not everything is okay, and yes, you have been deluding yourself up until now, because your final projects are DUE IN THREE WEEKS and YOU HAVE NOTHING!!! I was worried about it before, but all of a sudden it just popped into my head that not only do I have the enormous enormous 110 project due in three weeks, but I have a presentation and another enormous paper due in the meantime. And research. And another paper after the 110 project. Mother of God. I need some major help.
Here is my advice to you all: don't take 130 and 110 at the same time!! If you do after you have seen my demise, I will not be liable in any way, shape, or form. God, how much I want to drop out of school and become a dog breeder. Or a security guard, like Gary Coleman. Anything but this.
Why won't Thanksgiving be now???
I just want to go home and let my mummy take care of me. Moms make everything better. I just want to go home and sleep in my bed, my big huge bed, be all by myself in my room, eat Thanksgiving stuffing, sleep some more, watch Four Weddings and a Funeral with my mom, listen to U2, and get far far far away from school. Just one more all-nighter...gaaa.