Eating It

Mmmm... so, my life. Yeah. Yesterday was yet again another a bad day turned into a decent one (except this time it transitioned from an even worse 3/10 to an 8/10). I studied hard (well, kind of) for me chem test but got pretty worked. However, upon hearing more than one asian-girl-with-an-annoying voice say "Oh my God! What do you mean there was a fourth question?!" I felt a little bit better about my place in the curve.

I don't know. Yesterday's DAY just sucked so much. Tired, stressed, all that shit. It was nice to just sit at a desk in Powell studing for LS2, with the same view in front of me for 5 hours:



It would be nice if there weren't any doors in the way:



*sigh* That test is going to be damn hard. I'm going to eat it. Really. I'm going to get there and due to my insanity, I will physically (as opposed to metaphorically?) place the test in my mouth and eat it over the course of two hours. Haha! I wonder what the teacher would do?! That would be AWESOME! One day, I'll just go into a class in which I am not enrolled in, and do it. And make a scene. Haha. My life goals are so pathetic. I should be curing cancer or something. eh.

Dianne's friend Ben is coming up to spend the night tonight, so I guess we're going to be going to dinner. He offered to take us to breakfast in the morning; Dianne wants to go to Izzy's after I told her how good the pancakes were.

My life is a mess. Why do I always do this? You're digging yourself into hole Susanne. Get out while you still can.