It was worse than I expected. There goes one course. The breakdown begins.
Ten minutes until the bloodbath. *sigh* So unprepared. So tired. So downtrodden. On the plus side, I think the prof has a crush on me.. Maybe if I just write lots she will be kind.
So shaky right now…. Major deadline tomorrow morning…. and what am I doing with all this nervous energy? Putting in that last do or die push to get the job done? No. I am screwing around on Xanga, leaving little disposable comments everywhere. If you’re here maybe you got one. I write these private motivational posts that I totally ignore laying out exactly what and when things need to get done. No one wants to hear this…. lame post, lame post, lame post. Jittery, I like that word. Makes me think of a dancing skeleton from an old black and white mickey mouse cartoon. Discombobulated is a good one too, knohow just refreshed that into my working vocab. Combulate. Stimulate. Masta bait. Maybe that would calm me a little. Too bad I’m at work. I still have coffee left.. At this point I think it might give me a murmur. oOooh wear did that one come from. Murmur murmur murmur. murmur murmur murmur…. Murmur MURMUR MURMUR murmur. So much energy, no focus…. when will the melatonin kick in.
oh, and I found a little bug in Xanga.. If you add a comment on one of your own posts, delete it, then make another comment, and then delete that one too, your comments will not be counted properly. You will be down one… They teach us to notice this kind of crap in computer science, it means they aren’t counting/storing the data properly.
The Ancient Undergrad 
Run outside in the rain. Then fall down in the mud. That’ll really kill you. If it’s not enough, make sure you’re naked.
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well if you are going to procrastinate…no better way then xanga no?…
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thanks for leaving me comments 🙂
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good plan…i like their root beer, but only because i’m a sucker for root beer. that, and i haven’t tried that many other flavours.
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Darling, that is *my* word: discombobulate. I really must insist you give it back. Place it right here, in the center of my open palm, where the heart line meets the head line and the meeting explodes your deadline.
Your comments are not disposable to me. They are like pennies I save in a jar, waiting until I have enough to buy my wings so I can fly away.
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it’s not her word; it’s my word. I always tell people “i’m so fucking discombobulated.” i honestly use it in conversation so often that i had my brother saying it before i left for Korea oh so long ago. But i am willing to share it with you. You can also have defenestrate which i like to use as “if you don’t cut it out, I’m gonna fucking defenestrate you” though lately I’ve been contemplating the possibility of self-defenestration (just to see if i can fly)
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