WOWOWOW! Spring Break BITCHES, feel my excitement. These last 2 or so weeks I've been basically killing myself; I somehow found it necessary to stay awake from 9am thursday to 1am saturday. 40 hours, 40 fucking hours. Thanks 6 hour energy, you the best! I hope being practically brain dead didn't have any affect on my final performance, but I think I'll place the bulk of that blame on not knowing anything. Anyway, I'm home now! Currently laying across my sofa, watching my sister play call of duty. So fking ugly.
Hooray.
I'm beginning to realize that I'm never satisfied, ever. Discontent discontent discontent. That's so fking ugly. I've been practically begging to have my current situation for weeksssss, and now that I have this 'ideal situation' all I can do is think about option number 2; sometimes 3. Whateva; who doesn't second guess themselves sometimes?
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