Twenty, Twenty, Twenty-Four Hours Ago...
Jan. 28th, 2002 01:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jackofallgeeksI wanna be sedated.
Monday's suck. I mean, royally suck.
I was up way too late last night, which would have been fine, save I was up because LJ wasn't working. Even that would have been fine if my computer had come off StandBy this morning and I hadn't lost all the work I'd put into my entry. And all of that would have been better if I hadn't slept through both my English and Physics classes (yes, yes, I'm a slacker and I skip out on classes as it is, but it iritates me when it's on accident!).
Then there was the Calc test I had after an excruciatingly short lunch. I was fairly confident about it, and I had my notes and all, but I fear I made some stupid mistakes and that it cost me points, and so now I'm very insecure about how my first test of the semester turned out.
I just told my friend Jack that I couldn't hop around DC with him this afternoon cause I've gotta meet with my English professor. Which isn't entirely false. I do need to meet with him. I just haven't heard back from him yet. I think I'm going to end up laying in bed with the lights of, dozing in that agonizing zone between wakefulness and sleep. I would listen to my CD-player, except I don't feel like it - not even some dark music. I would almost say I'd hope for a phone call or e-mail or something, except I don't think I'd be much for talking. Likewise, I would flip in Diablo or Unreal, but the feeling's just not there. I'd want to read a book, and yet I don't.
I could go on, but I fear I would just sound like I'm feeling sorry for myself, and I'm sure I'm just cranky. Maybe I will listen to some music and pretend the world doesn't exist. Maybe that'll make me feel better.
Goodnight.
Monday's suck. I mean, royally suck.
I was up way too late last night, which would have been fine, save I was up because LJ wasn't working. Even that would have been fine if my computer had come off StandBy this morning and I hadn't lost all the work I'd put into my entry. And all of that would have been better if I hadn't slept through both my English and Physics classes (yes, yes, I'm a slacker and I skip out on classes as it is, but it iritates me when it's on accident!).
Then there was the Calc test I had after an excruciatingly short lunch. I was fairly confident about it, and I had my notes and all, but I fear I made some stupid mistakes and that it cost me points, and so now I'm very insecure about how my first test of the semester turned out.
I just told my friend Jack that I couldn't hop around DC with him this afternoon cause I've gotta meet with my English professor. Which isn't entirely false. I do need to meet with him. I just haven't heard back from him yet. I think I'm going to end up laying in bed with the lights of, dozing in that agonizing zone between wakefulness and sleep. I would listen to my CD-player, except I don't feel like it - not even some dark music. I would almost say I'd hope for a phone call or e-mail or something, except I don't think I'd be much for talking. Likewise, I would flip in Diablo or Unreal, but the feeling's just not there. I'd want to read a book, and yet I don't.
I could go on, but I fear I would just sound like I'm feeling sorry for myself, and I'm sure I'm just cranky. Maybe I will listen to some music and pretend the world doesn't exist. Maybe that'll make me feel better.
Goodnight.
