Weekdays are long and insipid while weekends are gone faster than you can say "bleach", and I hate it! I hate that I don't have anything to do except schoolwork, I hate that I have the concentration span of a three year old and I hate that I can only see Pear a full day per week even when I have nothing else on (which seems to be the case very often nowadays, but I wouldn't want to mess up my last sem)!

What am I saying?! I am supposed to be unfazingly optimistic and be utterly blind to everything that sucks, including half-cooked beansprouts and the zits on my forehead!


I am now attempting to spin gold from yarn from the spinning wheel that is my computer and failing badly because how can that be when I am here blogging away?

Alright. Enough. I need to pull myself together and get the bloody report done. Afterall, it's only eight pages; can't be that bad, right? Every percentage counts, because you never know when you're gonna mess up, and it'll be too late to salvage anything then. So yes, I have to - by Tim Gunn's words - make it work! This semester is gonna ROCK! My social life might be suffering, but my GPA has lived in shame for long enough, and that's gonna change... right?

Obviously my pep talking skills need some brushing up but that can wait because I am going to write that damn report right now.




Edit @ 01 49/
I can't believe I'm still stuck at the same segment of the report. I'm only a quarter done, and that's going by the word count. Which means I'm probably only one tenth done and definitely screwed.