Linguistics will be my final undoing
12/09/2003 01:40 a.m.
The subject sums it up. I swear, this class is a freaking roller coaster. Sometimes I feel like I'm so good at it, I'm nailing all the diagramms and I rock, and then other times I am so completely off I don't know what happened. I'm kinda worried about next semester. I have lots of classes which probably won't be very fun, and English 475, which is the same Linguistics teacher I have now only harder. Bleh. I hope I can handle it. I really like the teacher I have now, but there were some weeks that I have to devote about 6 hours to homework that I don't get credit for. I never get to see my friends anymore, I feel like we are all holed up in our pajamas getting pimples and studying. This may be hard, but I would much rather do this than be in high school, a miserable hell hole. On firday night, there were all these idiotic high school kids in the campus center. They were so obnoxious, and it really made me look at how I used to be. "I'm 18! I'm awesome! I know everything." Yeah, that's a load of crap. It's funny how much I've changed in the last 4 years. It's funny how much I've changed in the last 6 months. I almost wish tomorrow was wednesday, or at least that I had my final tomorrow so I could just get it over with and celebrate with a nice beer or four. I think this is one of the hardest semester's I've ever had. Working 25 hours per week until 11pm and 2 3 hours classes in Eagle River, and it decided to snow this winter, what's that all about? Wow, I just re-read this entry and it jumps around a lot. Oh well. Anyway, that's it for now.

Stressed is not a mood option. It should definitely be a mood option. Because I'm freaking stressed. And my back hurts from the weight of my 60 pound breasts.