Today my biology professor actually walked into my one o’clock just as I was explaining to my classmates that, “There are just SO many places that you can GET YOUR FREAK ON.” Yea, my professor just loved that. I could tell by her face that she was not amused. In fact, it was just straight up awkward. Which, by the way, is pretty much the only thing I seem to succeed at anymore.
Did I mention that next week is the week before finals? And did I happen to say that I have three papers and a project due in that week? No? Oh, well, then. Just thought I’d clear that up for you.
Tomorrow is a big day on my college’s campus. It is the annual, err, fun day (I guess?) festival, which I refer to mainly as Blister in el Sol, since that’s what the t-shirts said last year. That’s right, all my classmates will go outside and enjoy organization booths and inflatables and local music. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to attend due to the large amounts of, ahem, “productive” crap that I will be doing instead. Like, ideally, finishing up those three papers and dealing with all that psychology data for that aforementioned project. Sad day for me.
