Well, it's the end of the semester...

and like I am at most ends of semesters I am a mess. At this point it seems to be a consistent trend. Everything gets blown out of proportion and I torture myself over really minor things. The trouble is they aren't that minor to me, although I can acknowledge that some aspects of them are.

I don't know anymore lots of stuff I thought was pretty clear, and I still can't seem to make sense of the rest.

Other than that, I'm pretty good. Schoolwork is going alright despite the discovery of the joys of Starcraft. I got to watch my roommate gram stain the other evening which was pretty cool. And I realized that the laundry I did last night may be the last time I do laundry this semester... (I'm not entirely sure about that though...) but it's a happy thought. I should just find a good book and leave this all behind this evening. I should just shower and get started on homework and then look for a good book... *sighs* or...