This is getting so painful. My last exam is tonight, 7:30-10. My professor is an asshole. Who the hell picks the last possible day to have the exam, and at the last possible time slot? I wouldn't mind if something bad happened to him, because he's trying his hardest to make life as difficult as possible for us. It's like he sits in his dinky office all day, just thinking of ways to screw us over.
Bebe left just before noon, so I'm alone in the suite. Everything's so dusty, but at least I've packed neatly, so it should be quick and easy tonight to load the car up. Just want to go home and sleep in my own bed, for the first time in a month. You know what? I've been in Waterloo since late March, so this is the longest time that I've ever stayed in this town. Three consecutive weekends. And I'm reminded why I don't mind leaving. My window is open, and I'm receiving a noseful of fresh Canadian geese droppings. Kind of like the Rioja and Bandol that I drank a few months back. Barnyard.
I don't want to study this stuff. The textbook is garbage. I've been awake since 5:15 am, and up since 8. Let's get this over with. I need at least a 40% to be in good shape for this course. I just want to pass. May have trouble doing that.
I don't want to study!!!!!!!!!!