3 down, 4 to go. Proverbs 30:8 is my lifeline, as it should have been all along. And I haven't failed anything yet, and I don't think I will, actually. Which is huge.
Also. If I have to go downstairs and be the Volume Police to my neighbors ONE MORE @*#&$% time I might lose it. When I can feel the bass through my butt and it is making the computer vibrate a bit, I am not the one out of line.
...Forget it. I'm calling campus police. This is ridiculous. Last Saturday, despite mandatory campuswide 24-hour quiet hours - you know, as in shh! quiet hours! plz not to be loud and obnoxious shhhhhhhh! SHHHH!! - I had to go downstairs and be That Weird Girl Who Studies On Saturday Nights Instead of Getting Drunk So Please Be Quiet. They were having a huge house party. During quiet hours. Because that is logical. Agh. Just follow the rules! Please!
Text I sent my best friend this morning: "You know you're growing up when four hours of sleep isn't fun anymore and you don't care about being cool and hardcore." But it's okay! Because I met with my professor today and he explained something in such a way that I might even be able to learn it! And since this is the class that I am barely failing, I need all the comprehension I can get.
Time to go and learn about memory.
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