You've done nothing at all to make me love you less

You've done nothing at all to make me love you less

This is the last week of March and it's going to be no good very bad terrible awful, because I have a bio test and I just turned a hum paper that I don't feel great about and I want to kill my roommate and I just really really want it to be summer already.  But I have to finish my internship apps and I think one of them was due today, oh shoot, and I have to maintain my friendships and keep up with my classes and stop crying so much.  Why am I crying so goddamn much lately?  I don't want to feel like this anymore.

But you didn't have to cut me off

But you didn't have to cut me off

It's after hum and before hum and I'm sitting with Rachel at that place that we always sit at this time Mondays/Wednesdays/Fridays and she's got her headphones in, listening to the mix that G made her.  It's really sweet, really, but it's got some really weird stuff on it, and sometimes I have trouble aligning people's musical tastes with their personalities.  Briana's go really well together, and so do Rachel's, and Emma's but I'm not sure about me, or G, but that's because I don't really know him, or maybe Kevyn.  But actually I think her's sink up pretty well.  I'm sure none of that makes any sense.

It's almost Spring break and I'm really excited even though I know the week is going to be way too short, because E is going home and my mom is coming to see me and Nicole and Kev and I are going to the coast for a day.  My goals are the same, sleep a lot and read a lot, but I'll probably watch a lot and stay up late a lot instead.  That's the way things always turn out.

I'm suddenly grumpy.  Ugh.  I hate Mondays.