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Oh. my. fucking. god. I am fucking wiped out. I got up at 9 o'clock this morning. What time did I go to bed? 6. Stupid stupid stupid stupid. I had to get up so that I could put the finishing touches on our social psych project. It was wierd though. I was slightly sleepy when I got out of bed, but then as I was getting dressed I had this *huge* burst of energy and I was flying around the place, all the way through presenting our project, and up until the last 20 minutes of Art History. At which point, I didn't just doze off, I passed out. Hit my head on the desk and everything. So embarassing. And now. I'm all different kinds of sluggish. I feel like someone is yanking down on my eyelids and that I'm walking around in Jello.
But, it's worth it because the project was *phenominal* and everyone in class was all impressed at my vid! (teehee!!!) And even Hettich was like "Wow, that was actually pretty good. Have I mentioned how much I hate that man? I can't remember whether I have or not.
And. And. A girl in class was selling girl scout cookie, and I got the last box of Peanut Butter Patties. These are better than sex! mmm....
But, it's worth it because the project was *phenominal* and everyone in class was all impressed at my vid! (teehee!!!) And even Hettich was like "Wow, that was actually pretty good. Have I mentioned how much I hate that man? I can't remember whether I have or not.
And. And. A girl in class was selling girl scout cookie, and I got the last box of Peanut Butter Patties. These are better than sex! mmm....
