TMI
I recently read an article in my local newspaper that discussed how people having been giving TMI...that is too much information...about their personal lives and problems....and today I now understand what it was all about....
Set the scene:
I was in my last class...it's a fairly big room with long tables that face the front white-board...the class size is very small...the room echoes quite a bit....
I am all the way up in the front of the room....there are two girls sitting almost all the way in the back talking...I can hear what they are saying perfectly clear...so for the 10 minutes or so before class I was able to hear, in great detail, how her pelvic exam had gone the previous day...
Not something I really wanted to know...and I'm pretty sure the rest of the class would agree...eww...
Ok...moving on from THAT.....
I got my first short-essay back from my English professor...I thought I did so crappy on it because I really wasn't in the mood when I was writing it...but I got a B+....so that's all right with me...
I seriously am lacking motivation this semester...I just don't want to go any more...I am tired of doing the same thing....write a research paper...do a presentation...take a mid-term....do another essay....read another 10 stories by Monday....take the final....die a slow and painful death while sitting in my last history class that seems to last for hours and hours when it really is only for 55 minutes....
Today I was going to get up really early (ok, more like 8:30) and get to school 2 and a half hours early so I could finish up another paper that is due soon....somehow, in the middle of the night I must have woken up and changed my alarm because it didn't go off until 9:45....my usual waking-up time...I.WAS.PISSED.
So I also have to write my paper this weekend too...on top of reading about 4 chapters...and working 9-5 tomorrow and 9-3 on Sunday....I was hoping to see if anyone wanted to go to the movies or something, but apparently I'm not going to have any free-time....
You know what? I've got to stop these woe-is-me entries....they really are making me sound like such a weakling...
I guess I'm just like my ol' friend Bartleby...I would "prefer" not to do anything!
Ah humanity!!
