Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Basically I decided that I don't feel like eating yet. Sort of ate dinner tonight. Wasn't such a fan of it. So I prolly won't be eating much tomorrow. BUT I do have to eat Friday. HAVE to. It's all good, though, I guess.
Yea. I have a math review in 9 hours. I totally DO NOT want to go, but I need to. It's not like it is required or anything, I just think that I am stupid and will not have even the slightest chance of passing the final exam unless I do somewhat of a review first. I am going to be so mathed out by the end of the day tomorrow. I'll prolly be doing it for like... 6 hours straight. The review and then the final. But maybe the final won't take me that long. I still need to print off the reviews and take a look at them, preferably before morning comes, but I doubt such a think will occur.
So Nicole is going home tomorrow morning. I'm sort of sad about that. It means that I will be all alone in the world, quite literally. Oksana isn't hardly ever home (thank goodness... bless her heart) and I don't really ever see people anyway. I suppose that once I am done with my final I'll just come home and end up sitting where I am now without movine. Sort of like I've been doing for the past two weeks.
My watch feels mighty big. I'm even wearing it as tight as it gets.
I don't like saying that I hate people. But I have to say that the adversary is not liked. At all. He knows all the chinks in my armor and is utilizing that knowledge far too well. At least, he has been. I feel OK tonight. Been better, yes, but I feel OK. I feel like I'm in a bubble tonight. Protected and stuff. Good feeling.
I miss Biker Joe. A LOT. I think he needs to come back to my little pocket of the world and be my hometeacher again. Not that my hometeachers aren't good guys. But I just don't feel quite as close to them as I did to Joe.
Anyway, my review. I need to go to bed so I can be awake for it. I'l lhave to leave here at 8:30. Which, I guess, that shouldn't be so hard as I've been doing that all semester long.
