I hate my life.

[lierdumoa]

I'm freezing. Who the hell puts air-conditioning on 65 degrees anyway? Crazy people -- that's who. I need a sweater, but it's a six minute walk back to my dorm. I have an hour and a half to rewrite an essay. I suck an analysis -- why couldn't they let me take a creative writing course? I *love* creative writing. I bet I could even manage to tone down the porn and write something clean.

Let's see -- how else shall I complain...Oh yes! -- I have a chemistry test tomorrow. I'm tired. My muscles are sore. I'm still flunking physics (though that doesn't really concern me at the moment).

Oh yeah -- and I have to find time tonight between studying for my test and writing my 4 page essay to do my laundry because I got smoothie on my favorite jeans and I've run out of underwear.

Fuck it -- I'm getting the sweater. I can't think when I'm cutting glass.