I'm wondering why I've had very little motivation lately. It's very uncharacteristic of me. I'm also eating like a pig lately... it's been showing; believe me. I feel like such a cow. I need to stick by my goals of being an intelligent, thin woman. Not a lazy cow.
I need to finish my application for Study Abroad. I've had both my Fiction Writing and my Poetry professor write recs, so I should be all set in that part. I need to meet with Olson soon... my father has made it clear to me that he might dive deeper into the strange slump he's in if I doubt immediately get him an estimate of the price on this little venture. Oh, joy.
Other immediate concerns include: The research paper I've been putting off for a week (due the 14th) Revising one of my stories for Fiction Writing, revising ~9 poems for Poetry, Math review sheet due the 12th, 270 paper: due the 11th.
Fuck. I feel hopeless. Someone make me do something, plz. I should prolly not sleep tonight. I'm not going to. Fuck that sleeping shit, yo. I'm doing this for intellectuality and all that jazz.