I am reclusive. I've successfully built a high-schoolish project due in college 3D and it worked. You were supposed to buy 1/8 inch dowel rods, etc etc etc, build a tower. Mine held through. Good. It was wobbly. I picked the most imperfect design.
I am still reclusive. That research paper I have due is crying. I have a late fee on top of a past late fee at the library, but unfortunately I have no cash to pay it because the ATM only takes out 20 dollar increments, which would cause me to overdraft.
It is still fucking cold in Ga. I wore a tanktop thinking it was going to be warm, and until I noticed WHY people were staring at me boobs in the chilling winds, I returned back to the car and got my jacket.
Wasn't too reclusive Sunday. Watched Tokyo Drift and Too Fast Too Furious with Charles. D: !!!! I was semi-reclusive, as he had clearly dilineated the only area I could build my tower in, in his bedroom. Needless to say, I wasn't too messy.
I have a French test at 1:30, I have this big long ass bullshitty motherfucking reading for Methodology that I think I'll read AFTER the class. I read half of it. Half after. Sounds fair.
I'm so ready for the semester to be over, though I've been supporting that idea since classes began . . . .