I have to get it together. For real. I can't just check out. Why are you trippin' over writing a measly 2-3 page paper? Are you insane? And this book for my History class that I've barely started reading. What is wrong with you?
You cannot do this. You have a paper proposal (plus bibliography) due Thursday. Have you even lifted a finger? You have a presentation to give Friday. Don't forget about that. Friday's class is going to majorly suck. Nobody is going to want to be there. It is the worst class at the worst time ever. Friday from 1:25-4:25. That's bad enough. But that same class at the same time the Friday before Spring Break? Just forget about it. Who's really going to be listening to me talk about Travestismos culturales? Really. Mestizaje is the last thing on people's minds when you're trying to get out of town.
Ugh. And that reminds me, traffic is going to majorly suck that day too. ::shudders:: I don't even want to think about it.
You cannot afford to flake out right now. You need to get your act together and not wait until the last minute. Not this week. You can't. You have to get stuff done as soon as possible.
I just feel like a big, fat, already tired and energy-sapped, lazy, time-wasting complainer. I want to roll up into a ball and sleep the rest of the day away, but I can't. Get. Your. Life.
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