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there is something terribly wrong with me. i have discovered today that i derive some sick pleasure out of staying at the library all night. i subconsciously (or not so subconsciously), purposely procrastinate my work until the very last night so i end up staying up all night, sitting by myself in this fishbowl, working, and further procrastinating my work. of course, the fact that i'm sticky and smelly from work just adds to the pleasure gained for me (i can't say the same about those sitting within a 10 ft. radius of me).

the lesson: don't let me trick you. when i'm complaining about how much work i have, i secretly love it. i don't drink coffee because i stayed up late, i stay up late so i can drink coffee. maybe deep down, i'm trying to prove that hotelies do have hard work, and it isn't as easy as some think. which reminds me of a joke i heard today:

Q: How many hotelies does it take to change a light bulb?
A: One, but he gets 4 credits for doing it.

ha. ha. ha. anyways, so yes, maybe i'm just trying to prove the social norm wrong, and instead of overdramatizing a class, i just work extra hard, to give the impression of difficulty. oops, cat's out of the bag. don't quote me on this, because some classes really are hard. for example, the one i'm currently procrastinating, 321. i don't even know the real name for the class, that's how hard it is. i go to every lecture, and am always awake. granted, i am usually uselessly attempting the daily crossword, but i at least pay attention some of the time, and jot down a few notes here and there. shouldn't that mean something?! you know it's bad when you have a prelim coming up and don't even know what the class is called. maybe if he made it open book, open notebook, and no time limit it wouldn't be so hard. actually, on second thought, it wouldn't matter. i returned the textbook for this class because i couldn't understand any of the words. my notes are all covered in ink smudges from the crosswords. i'm just going to have to accept the fact that this is not going to be my best class yet. which is sad, because until now, i was doing decent in my finance classes. i mean, besides absolutely bombing my 121 final (which, by the way, brought my semester grade down by a whole letter, you do the math), i managed to do surprising well in the rest of my little math classes. that just proves my inner nerdiness. freshman year, second semester, my best class by far was calculus. i know. okay, this rambling has continued long enough. i think i'm in the right frame of mind now to compile some jumbled words and numbers into what i think is a memo. of course, now i have the problem of dried contacts. oh the toils of being me.