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|PostalService (profile) wrote, |
on 12-15-2003 at 11:07am
|Current mood: worried
Music: I have "we be chillin' at the Holidae Inn" stuck in my head
Subject: I'm afraid that what I accomplish is insignificant and worthless.
|I have to finish, or start no less, my discrimination paper. I'm screwed if I don't do it. I HAVE to. It's due tomorrow. I have a basketball game until 6:00 tonight, and then basketball practice at 7:00. So that gives me a good...eh, hour and forty five minutes to do it tonight if I stay up an extra hour after my practice. Whoa...I am so stressed out.
I'm so confused as to why I can't bring myself to kiss my boyfriend. This morning when we were hugging each other, I came so close. I was going to do it. But I just pulled away. I don't know what's wrong with me. Any suggestions?
Holy mother of God. I'm so tired. And I have swimming for p.e. today, so my bathing suit is going to be engorged by my body.
How pleasant, eh?
Fatness is not very becoming.
I know this for a fact.