|Current mood:|| stressed|
|Current music:||[ Goo Goo Dolls - Acoustic #3 ]|
What's the point in screaming? No one's listening anyway
Okay so the countdown has arrived at 6. 6 days left as a freshman. 6 days until I can leave this place that has come to feel so comfortable and go back to my real home, surrounded by people who have known me forever. SIX DAYS CANNOT COME ANY FASTER!!!
5 finals in these 6 days is going to suck balls. BIG balls. Hairy ones, too. I feel as though I'm prepared for a few of them, and those I just want to get over with. But I have to wait. And the fact that there are still 5 tests looming in my future just eats away at me like acid. I need to focus on the here and now instead of looking ahead so much. But that's almost impossible, because if you don't look ahead enough then you can't prepare yourself adequately. FUCK THIS!
Rachelle is the biggest indirect bitch ever. I cannot wait until I leave here and don't have to deal with her ever again. I hate her, I really do. Can't stand living with her. She makes my life much more miserable than it has to be.
I think I spend more time washing the fucking dishes here than anything else. Doesn't fucking Alex get the hint that she needs to wash some of the crap when I was everything in the sink BESIDES what she uses? GOD these people are morons.
I'm sick now, and tired. Another night of disrupted sleep by Rachelle is to blame. BITCH.
Okay I need to stop ranting so much. I'm overreacting because I'm way too stressed.