Boo On Papers

I don't know about you guys, but I never liked papers much. There's just something about them that bug me so much. I always seem to be attacked by the worst writer's block. I always feel like I'm reiterating everything, making me sound dumber than I already am. I swear, I do not have the ability to write a decent college paper; it's a freaking joke. And the thing is, I actually try to make them sound okay. My sleeping cycle's been out of whack too. I sleep around 3, wake around 9... 10 if I'm lucky. Kids, addiction and dependency on energy drinks are bad. SAY NO TO ROCKSTAR & RED BULL & MONSTER WHILE YOU STILL CAN, unless you drink them once in a while with Jager, but even still, excessive Jager bombs aren't good for you either. Oh yeah, one thing I forgot to mention in my last post, college has a tendency to turn regular students into regular participants of Tequila Tuesdays. As for me, I made it a resolution of 08 to drink way less than I did in 07. I've been doing pretty good. As of today since the new year started, I went to ONE party that was taking place at my apartment, and I didn't get drunk. So yay for me, miss Youqui Chi. :D So I figured, before I start selling my trash that potentially are other people's treasures, I'm gonna go take a trip to the post office down the street. It's really small and I've never been in there, so I don't know what kind of services are offered. So once I find out, I can hopefully start making some money. Hmm... I should probably major in Business or something, so I can get an idea of how to properly run a business, since that's what I pretty much want to do later on.

Wow, I told you I was a horrible writer. I went from writing about how I hate writing papers, to college drinking habits, to college majors. Talk about major digression. So I have a pretty busy day ahead of me starting around 9 in the morning. I need to make a short trip to the post office, counseling appointment, and a whole lot of studying that absolutely needs to get done. I really don't like studying. There's just something about sticking my head in books consistently for hours at a time, or doing practice problems over and over again until they're etched into my brain. Oh yeah, and hopefully I have enough time to work out. I haven't worked out in a while, and I feel pretty damn guilty for neglecting this body. Alright well, it's time for me to hit the sack. I'll be in bed before 1. Now that's the record of the week.

Yours truly,
YC