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Feb. 15th, 2005
Note to everyone: once you start playing Alter Ego, you can't stop. It's almost an impossibility. I just found the game Sunday night and am hooked. In my current mode, I'm in early adulthood, am married (I apparently went to college to get my MRS degree... wow, I'm a traditional housewife! [g]), and other stuff that I can't remember right now. But still: neat game. On the addicting scale, I give it an 8.5.
The test is OVER. I probably got a completely crap grade on it, but, well, such is life. Will work harder next time.
Things just went wrong with the homework. I was putting in the second set of problems online when I realize that I'm doing the wrong set of problems. This happens about 9:30 or so. I started freaking out. By 11:30, I was growing increasingly more frustrated and annoyed, and my mom suggested that I go to bed and try waking up around four to resume the work. Right. It took me all of a half hour to get my pulse to go down enough before I could relax and go to sleep, as when I'm stressed, I can't even get comfortable, which worries me more and leads me to stay wide awake for more time than I need to.
So I got up at four and worked and worked and finally got something done. And I was feeling fine at first but figured that I needed a jump, so I go to the bookstore to get a cappachino. And they were COMPLETELY OUT OF THEM. I would've pitched the mother of all hissyfits if I were a complete coffee addict. Instead, I opted for a Pepsi. Same punch, more sugar. And now, I am experiencing a case of the post-caffine buzz jitters. Which lasted into history and halfway through the Test of Doom.
And I'm sitting in the computer lab and my algebra instructor who slightly resembles Lance (except from behind--yes, you may shoot me and/or mock me now) is in here and he is making me nervous. I keep thinking that he is thinking that I am a complete slacker--never mind that there are probably people who are doing far far worse than I am. But I digress.
Is it Wednesday yet? 'Cause by then, I will have the rest of the week off, Lost will be on, I'll be able to do something to my hair (which looks like death warmed over), and there will be three days left 'til Duran Duran. This is one of those weeks for me. One of those ones during which you have no fewer than three small mental breakdowns.
Also: I have several self-imposed bruises on my upper arms. Whoops. When I was up at four, they were really sore. I hope they heal before Saturday.
The test is OVER. I probably got a completely crap grade on it, but, well, such is life. Will work harder next time.
Things just went wrong with the homework. I was putting in the second set of problems online when I realize that I'm doing the wrong set of problems. This happens about 9:30 or so. I started freaking out. By 11:30, I was growing increasingly more frustrated and annoyed, and my mom suggested that I go to bed and try waking up around four to resume the work. Right. It took me all of a half hour to get my pulse to go down enough before I could relax and go to sleep, as when I'm stressed, I can't even get comfortable, which worries me more and leads me to stay wide awake for more time than I need to.
So I got up at four and worked and worked and finally got something done. And I was feeling fine at first but figured that I needed a jump, so I go to the bookstore to get a cappachino. And they were COMPLETELY OUT OF THEM. I would've pitched the mother of all hissyfits if I were a complete coffee addict. Instead, I opted for a Pepsi. Same punch, more sugar. And now, I am experiencing a case of the post-caffine buzz jitters. Which lasted into history and halfway through the Test of Doom.
And I'm sitting in the computer lab and my algebra instructor who slightly resembles Lance (except from behind--yes, you may shoot me and/or mock me now) is in here and he is making me nervous. I keep thinking that he is thinking that I am a complete slacker--never mind that there are probably people who are doing far far worse than I am. But I digress.
Is it Wednesday yet? 'Cause by then, I will have the rest of the week off, Lost will be on, I'll be able to do something to my hair (which looks like death warmed over), and there will be three days left 'til Duran Duran. This is one of those weeks for me. One of those ones during which you have no fewer than three small mental breakdowns.
Also: I have several self-imposed bruises on my upper arms. Whoops. When I was up at four, they were really sore. I hope they heal before Saturday.