Morning of 3-6-6

Hardly the best night, albeit I did fall asleep blissfully. So many things I just didn’t do this weekend. Just about the only thing I DID do was install that damn C++ compiler. I knew it would take (quite literally) a couple hours. Six CDs later… *shakes head*

Did I mention I found it off the side of my bed? A giant folder of CD’s. If I hadn’t bitched so much, I don’t think I would have found it.

I remind myself it isn’t the end of the world. No, still didn’t do the programs. Another loss. I have a test in that class. Concepts aren’t an issue. Just have to remember my syntax. How do you print text to the screen? I keep forgetting.

And the child psych test I got a reprieve on because classes were canceled on tuesday. Opportunity squandered. How depressing. I did literally curl into a ball last night. An hour felt like three hours. Nothing made me feel better. Waiting it out didn’t exactly empower me, but I didn’t feel nearly as Sunk In A Hole.

*sighs*

Oh.

It’s ditl. I almost forgot. :: takes picture :: I’ll try to a more minimalistic approach, as I just don’t feel in the mood to take pictures. I can’t see myself bringing the camera into the TINY weight room. Nor any of the exams I hopefully will not fail too badly. Stressed and depressed! Helpless.

I should turn on the van and switch bookbags. Yeah, my current one is just FALLING APART, as a result of that spaz attack I had last october where I inadvertantly ripped it with my musskulls. I’ll switch to my older one, which I’ve been using to store my journals and yearbooks. I usually #2 right before weight training. That’ll calm me down. What, doesn’t #2ing calm YOU down? Get your shit out, kids.

..*sighs*