All that happy-go-lucky rambly mouth skipping I have been doing on here is a lie. Before and after break, I had so many ridiculous ideas. I dreamt of make-up, fabulous make-up, and it was good. Good dreams were good.
Those were the days.
So, I have been bitten by the stress bug, partly due to the fact that I procrastinate and am currently operating on a nocturnal schedule to study for my midterms, and also partly due to the fact that there is a little bitchsnake curled up in my room starving to death somewhere.
Ruslan, the slithery little fucker. He started my descent into madness.
Anyway, I was just mentally raped by Econ. Chemistry is c