permockable: (mscl)
i haven't been around much lately, i know. it's a combination of various crap. sorry for not being up to date on all of your lives, though. and sorry for not being there like i should be -- especially for about four of you. i'm really sorry.

i don't even have time to type a real entry right now; have to study & write & study & clean & study, and it's already 7:30. shit, when'd it get so late?

um. my gram's starting chemo, i guess. they are giving her six months without it, and one-five years with it, so i think she decided to do it. i haven't decided how to feel about this.

um. artemis ran away, but then he came back. just about an hour ago, actually. he was gone for like four (five?) days, and i was worried. like, very. although kudos to rach for calming me the other night. (and kudos too to pat, kevin, and grace, but they won't read this.) but he's back now. and i love him.

um. remember that math test i took when i was still drunk/high from the night before? plus sleep-deprived and unprepared? i got a 92. bow to me.

um. remember that math test i missed on monday? and remember when i had to make it up today? and remember when i studied like mad and thought i owned it? and then remember when i took it and completely went blank and didn't answer half the questions? and remember how it would've been SO EASY to cheat but instead of doing that i failed because of these fucking ethics? remember that? oh, and remember how i now need, like, a 101 on the final to get an a? whee!

um. remember when we decided to put nietzche and freud and shakespeare in a play for no readily apparent reason and i was supposed to write it tonight and don't want to? "shall i compare thee to a blazing inferno?" totally worth it.

um. remember when i got really drunk and started reciting frost from memory? and my boyfriend swooned? eeeee.

oh, and um. remember when i spent over $200 of jorge's money (borrowed, people! BORROWED!) on a christmas present because i'm SORRY, but it's perfect? good times.

i thought this was supposed to be a short entry. i never tell myself anything.

[ohh, i actually didn't mention my craptacular mood, did i? but you can tell from the lack of uppercase letters, can't you? i am so transparent.]
permockable: (lizzie mcguire)
I'm hot and sick and cranky and generally stressed out and still paranoid and extremely confused and...well, actually, that's about it. It feels like it should take more to make me so exhausted and upset, but no.

I refuse to whine. Except that I just did, but that doesn't count. From this point forward, I refuse to whine.

But I am so nervous. And I don't know why.

(That's a lie. I know. But it's more than one thing, more than two things, and I'm tired of keeping track. It's easier to say I don't know.)

And functions. What is THAT about? My brain is all hurty.
permockable: (aww)
It really doesn't take much to make me extremely paranoid. Hmm.

This is not a good thing.

I need to study for Pre-Calc. I need to study for Soc. I need to calm the hell down.

None of those things will be happening today. But at least I have a plan.

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Jenna

Here Goes Everything

It's just some random crap, seeing as how that's basically what I do. It all works out in the end, even if it never does.

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