So, exams are in a little over a week. Luckily, we don't have a
reading period with which to extend the agony. So I get a weekend
between when classes end and exams begin to learn a semester's worth
of stuff in four classes I don't understand. Awesome. So, generally,
I'm starting to panic. My paper, which is up to the 25 page minimum,
is STILL not done. And so far I have 124 footnotes which need to be
blue booked. Add this to my general depression and you have one
fucking stressed out Lexi. And tonight I have to continue the
tradition of breaking the Passover kosher-ness with decidedly.
Unkosher for Passover pizza, so work won't really be getting
done. And I want to go out to dinner at some point this
weekend. And the carnival is in town, and God I love carnivals.
Really, it is one of those extremely happy things that I love from my
childhood and I act like a child and it is fucking awesome. Of
course, I don't know if I even CAN go, as I was not invited -
apparently my friends find it extremely funny to make fun of my
hyper-sensitive stressed out state and specifically dis-include me
from activities they know I'd enjoy because it's HI-larious to make
fun of your depressed friends. Any hoo, the long and the short
of it is, if I ever think it is a good idea to take five classes that
I actually have to WORK* for again, you all out there in blog land
have the permission to bash me over the head repeatedly until I drop
one of them. Really, this was a bad idea. God, this really sucks.
Soon I will retreat into the cave of studying, coming out for the