Busy Busy Busy

I feel like there are a thousand assignments due this week.

This is good experience for me, somehow. I don't know what this will teach me. Perhaps to never have free time.

Anyway, life is moving quickly. I feel like I need to pull a Ferris Bueler. Unfortunately if I called in sick tomorrow I would miss two shifts and my boss would fire me. It's just not rational to throw caution to the wind on this one. Oddly enough I'm actually sick.

I have nothing really exciting or new to report. I just felt like posting something.

Oh and my roommate just clogged the toilet for the third time. Apparently in his house nobody taught him how to use less than 30 sheets of toilet paper at a time.

Let's try to rewrite some words to a song. I'll go with something old school. Vanilla Ice "Ice Ice Baby" (since it's the only song he ever rapped that people might remember). I will try to twist the lyrics to my present situation.

Stop, don't text your friend, just listen

This lesson's on the Constitutional Convention

Somehow you feel your eyelids close tightly

Droolin on your desk, that's very unsightly

Will the teacher wake you? I don't know

Powerpoint slides, they really blow

If there's a math problem, I can't solve it

Check out my grade while the DJ revolves it

So you can see what happens when I'm sick of homework, tired, and feeling the effects of TylenolPM. Pretty sad.