starfrosting | May. 9th, 2006

I keep doing this thing where I fuck up my studying schedule by doing something like going off to make lunch with my friends for several hours and wandering through city center and then coming back home and berating myself for just wanting to read my stolen copy of elemental passions and/or recent issue of details instead of following my rehabilitated schedule. Then I work for a couple hours and am by this point so run down by the rigor of my pampered little life that I can't focus any more, so I stop studying. Not only that but I'm so run down by erratic sleep patterns, brain gnaws at phil of mind/analytic stuff, etc that all the lengthy love letters I want to write to people get stillborn, bracketed onto index card lists of "So-and-so: long list of relevant things to include." Disintegration, seriously. This whole exams thing is ridiculous, poorly timed too considering I'm out of here in 2 weeks. 2 weeks? 14 days doesn't even sound longer.