Hmm, well well then. It's 7:07 a.m. on Monday morning. I usually get up around 5:30 on Mondays and Wednesdays so I have enough time to shower, dry my hair (because there is nothing worse than going outside with wet hair when it's freezing cold and having your hair FREEZE), make myself some tea, a possible scone, check out Facebook, SG, Myspace, and of course read the email my boyfriend always sends me before he goes to sleep.
Today, I have the dreaded lab practical. Words like pons, optic chiasm, trigeminal, organ of corti and others are floating around my brain along with images of vermiform little blobs and bulbs of all shapes and sizes. This is the first big exam ever that I feel very, very under-prepared for, but can't care less really at this point. I'm "done" with this semester. It's been long, it's been a bitch.
I want to move to Brooklyn, get up early and walk to get a bagel and coffee.
I miss the south shore, and our old house.
Hmm, damn I better drive to class. WAH WAH WAH!
Today, I have the dreaded lab practical. Words like pons, optic chiasm, trigeminal, organ of corti and others are floating around my brain along with images of vermiform little blobs and bulbs of all shapes and sizes. This is the first big exam ever that I feel very, very under-prepared for, but can't care less really at this point. I'm "done" with this semester. It's been long, it's been a bitch.
I want to move to Brooklyn, get up early and walk to get a bagel and coffee.
I miss the south shore, and our old house.
Hmm, damn I better drive to class. WAH WAH WAH!