late nights, bright lights

Damn this apparent ADD.

I've been sitting here with my Soc. books since I got home at three thirty and I can't fucking concentrate. I'm going to have a fucking breakdown in the exam tomorrow, I just know it.

And don't get me started on Thursday's exam.

Exams don't normally bug me at all, so why am I freaking now?

So my dears, it is that time of year again: Exams.

And I couldn't be happier. Exams don't stress me. In fact, I kinda like them. I have three this semester. I wrote Ancient History this morning. Did pretty good too. Except one question about the Punic Wars. Eh. I was in New York for those lectures.

Tomorrow I have World Religions, so I have to look over a few definitions, then it's Bio on Wednesday. That one is going to be a pain in the ass, I can already see it. It's all rote, so I'll live, but jeez. Alexa wrote that this morning and she said it's just like the tests. I wish now I had have kept a few of my tests. But no, heaven forbid.

And do you know what other time of the year it is? [well, sorta...] Blink Week. I didn't enter the first year, because I missed it by a week. I didn't enter last year because I'm a lazy ass, but this year... Well, I'm thinking about entering. So that's one step further than before.

Oh, story.

I was on the bus on the way home today, when this old ['elderly'] couple got on the bus. I was at the back, just to let you know. And since exams had just gotten out, the bus was packed. And no one gave up their seat to the old people. If I had have been anywhere near them, I would have, but I wasn't and it makes me sad.

And also, at work the other day, a guy came in and it looked like his hair was trying to eat his face. I laughed.

Okay, guess what.

Livejournal's being weird again. Silly goose.

I have to write up a formula sheet for my math 1/2 exam tomorrow. I frucking HATE math. It makes me want to cry.

But my culminating task [as it is also called] is about geometric series, mortgages, and transformations of trig functions (or somethings equally dull and unrelated). I'm not too worried, it is open book after all.

But the fact that I have to do it is what's getting to me. And it's worth 10% of my final grade [I'm sitting at a 62% right now]. And my sociology mark is a 75%. Drama is fine, 81% going into exam on Thursday, and english [at last check in mid-November] was a 69%. If that hasn't gone up, I will shoot myself.

I have three exam-exams this semester. English [Thursday], Math [Friday], and Sociology [next Monday]. And I'm not worried at all.

What I am worried about though, is next semester's schedule. If I can't take Writer's Craft, I will be infinetly upset. I need to drop Tech, or I will be, again, infinetely upset.

Doesn't school suck? Yeah, yeah it does. I know, don't have to remind me.