Yeah . . . so I was going to finish all my homework tonight. But then Scott for some reason wanted to study alone. So there goes genetics test studying. I tried watching Donnie Darko, but people kept coming over and talking over it, so I didn't get too much out of it. Then Tregan brought over the Transformers movie so there went any motivation to do anything else. That just got over, by the way, and wow. Brings back good memories of cartoons. Plus, it has a magnificent 80's-tastic soundtrack! So, if you like 80's power ballads, you'll love the music in this movie.
Anyway, I also found a bunch of livejournals kept by some of my close Dana friends, and they are added to the steadily growing link list. I also found some more fun tests. Apperantly, I am Amanda Jayn. Go me! And even though I've slept with 20 guys (give or take a few, and that number sharply drops when you include the "penetration only" definition of sex) I will have my first same sex experience 5 years from now. And I will apperantly enjoy it because I will have it many, many times after that. Go figure.
Blah, blah. It's finally one. I'm not tired because I slept until 5:00 p.m. today yet again. I really ought to do homework, but it sounds soooo boring. I think Vagrant Story sounds better. I need to show Joe that before school is out because it's damn good, and after Joe leaves, who will show it to him? I think I'm just going to stay up all night and go to bed tomorrow. I mean, I have absolutely nothing due on Friday, so I can screw off all tomorrow.
And then I think about the fact that next week is the LAST week of classes. Which means that I'll have to give a presentation on Angels in America for American Lit, the class I haven't been to since the end of March . . . So I have the paper that was due in March to start and finish, then I have another paper for that class that I need to turn into a presentation for that class next week. Then there's the genetics papers that have to be handed in so I can get them back and fix them before they're really due. And then I have some piece of shit Spanish paper that has to be done by next friday. FUcking A I hate school.
Of course I could always do what I did last semester and just not do any of the papers . . . And then I would fail or get D's, meaning I'd have to take MORE classes over again and I definitely wouldn't graduate on time.
I complain about my lack of motivation a lot on here. I guess its my way of trying to kick-start myself into doing something. I just wish it worked better. Damn, Sharon, those ADD pills needed to be here 2 months ago. Shit . . .
