So the count is up to 9. That's how many times I've heard about how much school we have left.
In other news, I feel like an ass.
In still other news, I screwed three times at set today.

I have 11 pages left of english to read, chem WA I could work on, and physio I could work on. Hah!

Yet again, I'm running into problems writing my autobiography. The things I want to write about are not things I want everyone to see. But I want to write about them, because they're a big part of my life. Dilemmas (sp?).

Oh, and I feel stupid, but I guess there's no backing out now. UGHHHH!!