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The Journal of Madeline Pestolesi Stress
10/27/2004 08:58 p.m.
So it's mid-term season and I am really starting to get freaked out about all the shit I have to do. But I guess I feel like this every semester. Maybe it would be better if I had taken the summer off, but I want to graduate as fast as I can, so I guess it's not gonna work out. I need to create a web page type flash project and I am creating it about poetry, so at least it's about something I actually care about, not some crappy research project on anthropology or something. I just feel like no matter how much work I do, it's never finished and I will never finish it. AHHHHHH! I'm surfing a never-ending wave of assignments and all I want my professors to realize is that their class is not the only one I'm taking. Some do, but others don't give a crap. Hopefully, I'll be done in a little more than a year. Finally heard from Brandon, I guess he was in Panama, lucky bastard. I can't wait to travel again. I think if I don't have enough miles to go to New Zealand, I will go to Europe for a few months after graduation. At least to Hungary anyway.
Halloween soon. I'm thinking about being a pimp. Shane can be my ho, it'll be great.
I am currently fighting an ulcer I am listening to A dog snoring at my feet
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