do you really think I'll pull through?

Night after night of years and years of homework push me to the breaking point. It's the idea really. This incessant idea that as a student you must me constantly busy is bullshit to say the least. I feel that I would be much better at any of the work if I didn't have to do it so much. When it's overwhelming I shut down. And when it's wave after wave I tend to just do okay. I make enough of an effort to get me by because really I can't afford to slay my brain cells on something when just around the corner I'm going to have to do something else, probably a bigger project. I'm conserving my mental energy and keeping myself sane. Well not really.

Job time. Fuck me. I barely have time to prepare to apply for jobs. When I get handed my diploma (the only thing the mountain loads of my money has been going towards) and kicked out of this society I'll either find a job, a place to live, and a new life or I'll crash and burn. Hard.

The part you have all been waiting for. This entry wasn't funny, but I reserve the right to do whatever the hell I choose. Anyways, onto the horrorscope. And I'm feeling especially brutal tonight.

For people born on a Sunday or on the 3rd day of any month: You and all your possessions will come under attack today. You'll grab them and hold them tight because you honestly don't know how else to live. Unfortunately those things were metaphorically on fire and so you'll burn yourself. Fire will be attracted to you today so stay damp. Fairly easy for most people considering the percent of the population that's obese and how much they sweat just doing normal activities. Your lucky position will be horizontal. But you're not getting lucky because how damp you are. Oh and you'll be late for work and you're boss will ride you all day because of it.

Have fun with that one. They will get better I swear/hope.

we'll get it when it shows its ugly head,
LQ