"Driving slow on Sunday morning and I never want to leave!"

I'm listening to Netta's mixes that she sent me. I'm up early compared to my still sleeping roommates. I can't sleep past nine unless I'm truly dead tired.

I'm almost done with my HTML website. It makes me happy. I'm just waiting for content on the Pirates vs. Ninjas page since I can't seem to get an unbiased account from anyone. I'd say the website looks pretty spiffy at the moment for what I can do. I think I'd going to leave the Gallery page as "Under Construction" since I already have the required amount of pages. Later I want to buy a better HTML book and go back in and tinker some more to make it look better.

I'm almost done with my Writing Process essay due tomorrow. But honestly, a five-page essay on how I write? Suck ass. I'm coming off as very pissed in the whole thing. I'm mad at my professor. It is showing through with the skattered bits of acid and ice in the essay. I'm also mad at teachers and I realize how much I hate English class. Yeah, I was good at it but in truth I loath it. It makes me utterly hate writing. Whatever. I'm getting it done anyway.

*takes a moment to stop to groove to Welcome Back*

I go home in like three days! AH!!!!

Yeah, I'm excited.

I'm starting to have urges to kill one of my roommates. She is bragging about how much studying she's been doing(as she walks by). Honestly, I don't care. No, I don't really study myself and I have things to work on like an essay and a project. I just want her to shut up and stop talking!
I think today I'll pull a Sammy and move to the library or faculty parlors. I need to crack down today on finishing the essay and studying for anthropology. I want to finish my HTML project if I can too.

Ugh. Get me out of here already. My anger is like so ready just to rip a head off and chuck it over a wall. Don't worry, I'm not going to. I have wicked self-control when it comes to expressing emotion. But it is still a battle not to just be like "Yo! I'm actually working so shut up!"

I'm feeling stressed. The study period has flown by. I still have so much to do!

This whole semester has just gone by in a flash, way faster than high school every went. What is it with college? Someone just suddenly decides to press Fass Forward or something. Sheezum.

Well I need to get going. I have to crack down and I'm feeling a strong urge to walk. I have a serious knot building up in my chest called "Stress and Panic."

Peace.
~Lo