I'm so utterly bored.
And it's n ot that I don't have anything to do - I do, loads - but that I just can't seem to concentrate. Bear in mind that my brain's been accumulating a lot of dust for the past 2 yearrs, so cramming for Stats is proving difficult.
I can't call the city hall to make an appointment to register until I know when (and where) next weeks classes are. The fact that I do not know this the Thursday before is annoying. The prof hasn't responded yet.
I lugged my 30 kilo suitcase back from the airport - which, heavy - and have yet to empty it.
I'm upset that my two favorite shirts have holes in them thanks to being stuck in the trolley with the laptop. Must fixy.
Hungry still and always.
I'm caught up on
metaquotes till Sept 1, but the boredom and innatention is making it less funny. I'm trying out a brand spankin' new BitTorrent, and hopefully will be enjoying the company of The Doctor soon. *swoons*
Now my back hurst from sitting at the bloody table highlighting stuff I know I've read but for the life of me can't tell you what.
Thank the gods the exam is open book and "a mere formality". Three credits for 2 1/2 classes instead of 2 weeks worth. Yowza.
Obvisouly, I can't write more than a few sentences of drivel before starting a new paragraph of drivel.
Am bored and lonely and OMG I haven't walked all day today!
I did lounge at the airport, thought, which is one of the two types of places where I feel absolutely comfortable. (The other is bathrooms, but that's only in the case of illness, pain and/or emotional distress. A bathroom might even beat out tea on the list of magically curative things.)
Blah, blah, blah.
*sigh*
* Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
And it's n ot that I don't have anything to do - I do, loads - but that I just can't seem to concentrate. Bear in mind that my brain's been accumulating a lot of dust for the past 2 yearrs, so cramming for Stats is proving difficult.
I can't call the city hall to make an appointment to register until I know when (and where) next weeks classes are. The fact that I do not know this the Thursday before is annoying. The prof hasn't responded yet.
I lugged my 30 kilo suitcase back from the airport - which, heavy - and have yet to empty it.
I'm upset that my two favorite shirts have holes in them thanks to being stuck in the trolley with the laptop. Must fixy.
Hungry still and always.
I'm caught up on
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Now my back hurst from sitting at the bloody table highlighting stuff I know I've read but for the life of me can't tell you what.
Thank the gods the exam is open book and "a mere formality". Three credits for 2 1/2 classes instead of 2 weeks worth. Yowza.
Obvisouly, I can't write more than a few sentences of drivel before starting a new paragraph of drivel.
Am bored and lonely and OMG I haven't walked all day today!
I did lounge at the airport, thought, which is one of the two types of places where I feel absolutely comfortable. (The other is bathrooms, but that's only in the case of illness, pain and/or emotional distress. A bathroom might even beat out tea on the list of magically curative things.)
Blah, blah, blah.
*sigh*
* Johann Wolfgang von Goethe