To the asshole who just incessantly knocked on my door,
It is 2am. My roommate is asleep. I am in bed and I do not want to get up. It is study break. Have some respect and leave us alone.
I absolutely hate it when my friends from other schools tell me their grading system is the same as BU’s. Or when they try comparing my tests and work here with theirs. IT’S NOT THE SAME. Don’t tell me you’re getting an A in chem and it’s the same as BU because I know people struggling for C’s and D’s right now and they’re just as smart as you are and I know they work their asses off. I’m just so sick of having to explain the severity of grade deflation here, especially with science classes.
I am now averaging two cups of coffee per day… Okay.
I hate hell week.
OBSESSED WITH MY THEME.
I have the best friends.
Yesterday, my best friend from home sent me a huge care package that included a huge Winnie the Pooh pillow pet, peanut M&M’s, Salt and Vinegar chips, Whoppers, Easter eggs with Ferrero Rocher chocolates in them, and a huge card.
Today, my friends here showered my bed and dresser with post-its that have compliments about me written on them and then they bought me soft baked dark chocolate cookies when they went downstairs to Late Nite. This was induced because I literally wanted to die from stress and I was so miserable…
But still. Tehehehe
Why write this paper when I can go down memory lane?
… I have serious procrastination problems.
Went to the gym yesterday and did half an hour of cardio and an hour of ab ripper x exercises… I am so friggin sore. Holy crap. I can’t even get up without wincing.