techno_ballerina

this is going to be so hard...doing fifteen credit hours, working full time (forty hours a week). last night was evidence, i could hardly keep my eyes open. i have tuesdays and thursdays "off," meaning i don't have classes, but i still have to work. i keep telling myself it's worth it, i need money, i need an edumacation. the parents think i'm working myself too hard, after being so sick for a week...but it doesn't matter. i can do this. i can fucking do it. i see my boy in a little bit more than a week and we'll have fun, and in a year we'll move away to florida or some place wonderful. yes, yes. it'll be worth it. screw the whole "take one day at a time" bullshit. the more i think of the future and what will "pay off", the better i will be, i think.

anyway. i've work tonight. it's raining, i leave in five minutes. i feel good, for once. i studied for almost two hours, at borders. i cannot study or do homework here at home, simple as that. there's too many distractions like my computer and stereo, plus my desk is too fucking cluttered and i need peace and quiet when i study, it's the ADD diagnosis in me. so i go to either a cafe or the campus student lounge. that works better, i think. i already have a paper due friday for my english comp I. class. beh. i don't mind writing papers. that's right, fuckers. I DON'T MIND IT...as long as it's on an interesting topic. I like gathering information and making the little index cards and organizing.

sorry for the ramble, lovelies. my brain is gonna explode from so much studying and looking at nekkid girlies. hehe. xoxo.

the dani