The Naviverse

If it wasn't for the fact that I knew it was going to be over by the beginning of April I would already be dead. The constant level of stress and the lack of anything that I really want to do without feeling guilty is only quelled by the fact that I know it will be over soon.

I'm already emotionally unstable. I want to cry at everything, the good and the bad. I'm not supposed to be feeling like this for a month and a half. I appoligize if I just turn around and start crying on your shoulder in the next month. It hasn't happened yet but I've been damn close to it (and no you wouldn't know it because it usually doesn't make any logical sense).

Now I begin the second essay of the season. It's the second one in a list of abotu 20 (four of thoes being 10-12page research essays that are all due within five days of eachother, that will be a bad time). I'm procrastonating while Andrew is in the shower or else he would be forcing me to actually be doing work ;P.

Well, I guess I should get started.

Maybe I'll be alive enough to write an entree when I'm done this shit.

Later.