It's the rain that makes me sad The more stressed I get, the less I feel like writing. I've just spent 4 hours finishing a program for school and now I'm facing another x number of hours on the next assignment. sigh I'm excited to think that there's an apartment waiting for me to move into and decorate and make a home. And waiting there for me is someone to laugh and love and live with. When I think about what's waiting for me and what I've done already I wonder if there ever was such a lucky girl. Sadly, as soon as I get back into my homework, all such thoughts fly out of my head and I'm a stressed, tired, iritable student once more. |