I have been up since 4:30 this morning, and in between 12 and 4:30 when one might think sleeping sounds nice my body was being plagued by nightmares of my history test. I got like 12.5 minutes of sleep last night you guys! It's going to be a very hard day. I've decided to write a blog post right now for who knows what reason because it's not going to make sense and if it does make sense it's probably going to be one of those posts I look back on and contemplate hitting the delete button. I have no idea why I do the things I do.
I just finished my history test, exactly 15 minutes ago. It was horrible! Why do I need history? I keep wondering this. I'm a social work major, I don't really think I need to know why Britain rose to power. Besides that, most of my academic career all I do is memorize things, regurgitate them, and then forget them. History will be no different, I'm not even going to remember any of this stuff. I really hate history. Reading a history book is like reading the medical encyclopedia for me. NONE OF IT MAKES ANY SENSE! Which is why studying was a stressful nightmare and it literally gave me nightmares. I didn't sleep at all last night. When I woke up, for like the gazillionth time, at 4:30 I finally gave up and just started studying some more. If I don't get at least a 70 on this exam I'm going to cry.
I ditched my practice class this week you guys. I ditched it to go to Crystal Hot Springs, which is basically a really big hot tub. And I don't regret anything. I am a terrible human being. A terribly irresponsible human being. But it's the first time I have ditched a class this semester, which is pretty awesome considering I sort of have a history of ditching class.
I killed a man's motorcycle yesterday. Okay, kill is exaggerating, I barely tapped it. And it didn't look like anything was wrong at all, no scratches or anything. I put a note on it and then left and now I feel like a criminal. I am feeling extremely guilty about hitting his bike. I'm trying not to but I feel really bad. And now I have anxiety that any second he is going to call me and tell me his bike is irreparable and that it's all my fault and that I should die. I am not kidding that's literally what I've been thinking he will say, I am really scared.
I am a terrible terrible person you guys, and now I'm going to go eat a hot pocket and cry myself into a nap.
On the positive-September is almost over!!!
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