don't worry baby.

here is the mistake i made: i scheduled my two most intense classes on thursday and friday. the result of this is that mon-wed i think to myself, "wow, this semester is going so well, i'm going to get all a's, i'm beautiful, i'm wonderful, and life is great."

thursday afternoon things start getting a little jittery, and by friday morning, i'm having a full-on panic attack which i normally deal with by calling my brother and telling him how pathetic i am, how extremely fucked i am, and that i am going to drop out of school and fake my death so my parents don't have to pay back my student loans. what a difference a day makes.

in other news, my computer is dead. d-e-a-d. maybe due to a virus, maybe not. i'm no computer guru. perhaps my brother can fix it next weekend, or perhaps i need to buy a new one.

this post makes me seem a little tense and irritable right? don't worry, it's nothing that can't be solved by a pbr and some beach boys this weekend.