Thesaurus Rex (virtuistic) wrote,
Thesaurus Rex

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Syncopated psychoses

Ugh. Is it Friday yet? Please?

I want this week to be over. I want a massage, an endless supply of Reese's Easter eggs, and a ridiculously attractive manslave. Anyone wanna hook a sister up?

I think this is all a result of the gloomy weather that has chosen to snow on my first-day-without-a-migraine-after-a-week-of-agony parade. Seriously, even the clouds look depressed. It simply will not do.

My motto today is: I don't wanna.

I didn't want to wake up this morning. I was comfy and the sky looked stupid. I didn't want to go to a lecture and sit through an educational film, especially when I could be sleeping through the movie (and the stupid looking sky) instead. I didn't want to go to lab and spend two hours with my hands in dirt inside a humid greenhouse where I could constantly see exactly how stupid the sky was continuing to look. Yet, I did all of these things that I didn't want to do. I went to lecture. I took notes on the film. I went to lab, dug out appleseeds, took root ratings and repotted 8 trillion plants. I think I've been a good sport. Can I be done now?

No. The answer is always "no" on Thursdays. I have about 10 minutes before I need to get going to my final class for the day, and for the week. We have an assignment due and there will be guest speakers. Guess what? I don't wanna. *stamp*

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Tags: angst, how's the weather?, school, thursdays are hard
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