I just visited U of M today. Yes, with my chipmunk cheeks and Lorcet/Vicodin. I hate swallowing food whole. Ughh. Anyways, now I can't decide if I want to go to U of M or Purdue, especially when U of M is giving me another scholarship as well. I need to make a pros and cons list. And a T-Chart. And talk with my parents. And my counselor. And probably many other people. ARGH! This is major; I honestly can't decide, and it's not like I can just flip a coin either...this is a four year decision.  I need a sign.

mood: frustrated

 Grrr....so I just got my wisdom teeth out. Lovely. I wrote every Chinese character backwards in my post-sedated state and can't talk. I'm also on a liquid diet for two weeks. Oh fun. Oh, and I get narcotic painkillers...Lorcet, which is apparently another name for Vicodin. Well, we'll see how coherent I am on this. I can't stand up without feeling dizzy. *groan*

mood: cranky

This is Margaret. She has many tests. Margaret is tired. She has been studying for a long time. See Margaret study. Study, Margaret, study.

 

See her European History textbook. It is the bane of Margaret’s life. It has many pages. See book frustrate Margaret. Frustrate, textbook, frustrate.

 

This is the pile of notes Margaret must study. It is very tall. See it threaten Margaret. Threaten, pile of notes, threaten.

 

See Margaret pick up pile of notes. Where are you going, Margaret?

 

“I am going to toss my notes out the window.”

 

See notes fly out window. Fly, notes, fly. Don’t the flying papers look funny?

 

See Margaret brush off her hands. She is no longer frustrated. She goes to bed. Sleep, Margaret, sleep.

 

It is exam day. Margaret does not know anything. See Margaret fail all her tests. Fail, Margaret, fail. Look how much fun she is having.

 

Wouldn’t you like to play like that?

 

So, midterms in two days. Of course the midterm for 12 AP is basically a real AP test in an hour and a half. Of course the calc midterm has the first part tomorrow. Of course I'm too busy to actually study for them until today. ARGH! And Mr. Macnair is being evil and having Fiddlers rehearsal tomorrow even though we have finals. Not only that, he's going one by one down the first violins to see if we have Danny Rocks memorized. I don't have time to practice. I don't have time to do anything anymore. I can't wait until February break.

mood: stressed