I have a complex about my cheeks. They always turn pink. And so basically I look plastered all the time… or like I’m in love… like I’m drunk in love. Ha. Ha. Ha. … get it? No but seriously. Plus the fact that I still look like a little girl makes it worse because I look like a little girl who is illegally drunk. Guys. Just not a good combo. No bueno. Quel dommage.2 notes
ahahahahaha I slapped both my cheeks with my hands, mentally started looping Rocky’s Theme Song and “Eye of the Tiger”, and if it wasn’t for how late/early it is I would be chanting warrior chants… except about academia.
Oh man. I’m going insane. More so than usual. This is going to be a long day.
Midterm for a class tomorrow. Extra credit opportunity for the same class is tonight from 4:30-6. That’s just cruel.
Holla for team long commute… a.k.a. team no sleep hahaha. Oh gosh. I’ve been keeping up with all the reading but my brain feels overloaded and everything is mushing together and my brain is jell-O… I never liked jell-O… can’t wait till the weekend.1 note
Who needs crack cocaine when you have test anxiety? Heart palpitations and dilated pupils from utter soul crushing fear… ha. ha. ha.
Plus, now I have such confusing personal standards. I used to tell myself that I always completely failed something just so whatever score I ended up getting I would worse case scenario be prepared or be happy that whatever score I actually got was better than what I had been planning for… failure hahaha. Sometimes though, I set my standards so high… to the point of ridiculousness… we’re talking tiger mom standards haha that no matter what score I get I’m still somewhat disappointed.
In a nutshell, I’m a pessimistic self-deprecating perfectionist.2 notes
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