dirty good boy

i start shaking uncontrollably. i'm not entirely sure why. maybe the cold, maybe the excessive amounts of sugar. maybe it's the fact that it's nearly four am and i'm still sitting in front of compy, pretending to work.

the last essay of the year crept up on me unexpectedly, and i just couldn't bring myself to start writing it this past weekend. then monday was such a beautiful day. i spent it wandering around outside, enjoying the unbelievable weather and the sights and smells of spring. tuesday i have three classes, and then, well...it was yesterday all of a sudden and the essay was due today. is due today. i finished it. the quality is questionable though.

my glands are swollen.

"suck it up, princess."

my thoughts exactly.