go.

My life currently resembles my bedroom: closet door thrown open, clothes strewn across the floor, bed, furniture. Bed sheets tangled in a pile. Books, papers spilling onto the floor around my desk. French course packs, French dictionaries, 501 French verbs thrown into a pile, French papers taped to the wall behind my desk. Old tea bags next to my empty tea cup. Shoes thrown by the door.

But aw hell it's spring break!

I'm still not over my bitching from yesterday. Even though I know that talking with AVH about all of this will make me feel better I also know that something has to change about this and I'm not willing to stick with unless something does change. No excuses.

Also-- I've taken to listening to rap music. I think this is unconsciously "I'm goin' to Jamaica...to make some bad decisions." (oops, there goes my shirt up over my head)

Spring Break A2 2007. You know it.