One of Those

Like Clark said at breakfast yesterday, it's one of those days.

I have no idea why I am up this early...again! I fully planned on sleeping until 8:00AM. But Tina came barging into the room at about 3:30AM with some weird girl who I did not recognize at all and they started messing around on the computer. Which would have been fine, but then they left and I thought they were coming back because T left the light on and the bedroom door open. But they didn't. And the light kept me awake. Finally around 6:00AM I realized they would not be returning. I was fully awake by then, and having only gotten 3 hours of sleep and needing to get up soon anyway decided to get up and go take a shower.

Now I'm here in the computer lab waiting for the caf to open so I can go eat breakfat. I still need to finish my midterm. That's why I'm up so early today. I have to write and type the final essay. Which I could have done by now if I were really trying. But I have 3 hours until class so I think I can spare a little time just to bum around on the puter.

I've become a diary junkie. Im completely enthralled by the online journals of all my friends i swear i could read them all day long.

This is gonna be a long day. I've had no sleep and I've got class all the way until 11:30 PM : P

Oh and I fell asleep yesterday before Kevin came online. Double : P. Eh prolly for the best. I shouldn't be acting so girlfriend-like when I'm not his girlfriend anymore. I've been working my ass off the last couple of days and the good thing about that is I'm so stressed out and busy I don't have time to think about stupid shit like boys. No Kevin, no Moses, no Clark, no Wes, no nothing. All I'm thinking about is getting this fucking midterm finished and going to sleep!

Well its almost time for breakfast.
adieu!

I'm Still Standing

It's 1:40 PM and I am still awake.

I got my midterm done, that was no problem. However I have not even looked at the packet for fiction class yet and I prolly won't write an explication for poetry class today. Monica will hate me. Who cares?

I was actually ruminating the other day on how differently my poetry has developed under the tuteledge of both Monica and Beth Ann. When I was in Beth Anns class she always seemed to want more of everything so most of my poems for her class became extremely long. On the other hand, Monica is all about cutting and microediting, so now all of my poetry is becoming very short. It's funny how in an attempt to please your teachers your poetry bends itself to fit their personal aesthetic.

And Gemma reamed me during lunch. Well not really but she gave me a little bit of a talking to. I was telling her about...well...whatever the hell it is that is occuring between Kevin and I and she was all like, "Carla, there is no way I'm letting you get back with that racist fuck." I shouldn't want him, I know I shouldn't want him. I shudder to think of what Gemma will think of me if I should wind up getting back together with him.

Meep.

I'm tired. Time to go snooze on one of the couches in Wallace.

Carla