Another day, another task left undone 'til the last

I bombed the Anatomy Practical. Totally bombed. By the time I'd gotten a couple of the stations done and had more than a few blank spaces, I knew it was over. I shrugged it off remarkably well, though. I slacked off and I failed. Simple, really. After the exam I had a ton of energy (leftover parasympathetic response, I suppose). It was useful, because I had to sit through a lab on the CNS (sheep's brains? really small; formaldehyde? really smelly). I figured out that if I get 100 on the next lab practical (3 weeks from today) and 100 on the final (4 weeks from today) I can barely eek out an A in the class. By, like, .04%. .04. The difference between a 4.0 and a 3.7. God, the things I set myself up for.

I have a 3 page English response paper to knock out the box tonight, because I have a full day tomorrow. I'm not feeling too good about this. I need to get an A on this to keep my spirits up.

I keep wishing I had some sort of model for work. I mean...and this is going to sound sort of lame...I wish I had someone to learn how to work hard from. Everything I've managed to accomplish in school has been due to me coasting and somehow pulling it out of my ass in the 13th hour. The grade I get is *rarely* the grade I know I can get. And I can hear Kinney saying "Well, the fuck are you waiting for? Get in there and work your ass off". Well, Bri, it's not so easy. I have 16 years of learning habits to counteract. And no one to really motivate me. My folks are such uber-slackers; they're lackidasial about nearly everything. Yet they scream on us when we exhibit the same behavior. I'm really tired of not doing the best I can. I just want to say that, for one semester, everything I've put out has been the culmination of all my years of knowledge. I need someone who's not afraid of saying "The hell are you doing? Don't you have a test in X days? Get the fuck off the 'Net and crack that book open." I basically need Brian Kinney to be my Jiminy Cricket. *grin*
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Oprah's "Favorite Thing" episode is on today. You know, the one where she gives out all that nice stuff? Now, I don't have a problem with Oprah at all. Sister's making money off her sweat and tears, and she doesn't mind it shell it out to her audience on the occasion (although everything this episode's been donated). BUT what I don't like is the way the camera keeps panning to ecstatic and 'bout-to-pass-out audience members all the time. Come on. The sentiment is nice, but the ramping and shouting on Oprah's part is very annoying.

I'd still love to get on the next "Favorite Things" episode, though. No doubt. ::nod::

"When our powers combine...!"

Heh. I've put all my clothing to wash. All my bras as well (I seem to only have one...? The hell did that happen?). For support (because, trust me, my puppies need support. At all times) I'm wearing a pseudo-tank with a bra band in it, one of those things that smaller-chested women wear when they want to go bra-less without going braless. The funny part? They actually *meld* my breasts together (visually, of course) so it's like I have one major uni-boob. It's unreal. And so bouncy! It could be a weapon, I swear.

You have to excuse me. I've been lugging these things around for eleven years. It's a long-term relationship sort of dealie. They very rarely surprise me any more the way they're surprising me now.

That, and I'm easily amused. I keep seeing me walking around as a superhero with my chest as a weapon.

Yes, I'm sleep deprived; how could you tell?