Ohhh...my....god. I went to sleep "early" at 1am (PST), not having studied a bit, thinking I could wake up at 5am and study for a couple of hours. I had to be out the door at 7:15am.
My dad was pounding on my bedroom door at 6:55 because I was still asleep. F*CK.
Then, there was no coffee. So I was zombie-like.
Then, walking out the door, I realized I didn't have the admission ticket that I need to write the exam, so I had to go back, get on the comp and print out a new one.
Doesn't seem so bad, but really, I
didn't study a bit. I spent all my energy yesterday writing that goddamn essay and then vegetated until late.
I had like, tears running down my face this morning, and my parents were like, "What the hell is wrong??" and I didn't want to tell them I didn't study because they'd yell at me about not managing my time wisely (who? me?) so I was like, laughing, going, "Oh, I'm not crying! It's just my contacts hurt because it's so early!" and there,s like, tears streaming down my face. Retarded.
::headdesk::
"It's not always about you!!!" (But if you think I'm referring to you anyway, then I probably am.)
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