too stressed to think

Remember the time I was accepted into college for Journalism? Also, remember the time I was in high school and got my report card back with an average just below the honour roll percentage?

Yeah, those wonderful times are now walking on a tight rope across a swamp of hungry, hungry hippos who love to eat wonderful times rather than coloured marbles.

I CAN'T FOCUS! I CAN'T CONCENTRATE! I CAN'T FRIGGIN FINISH THIS WORK!

Oh, and then I get this lovely message from Danni,

Danni: did you do your english?

My eyes widened, my heart raced and my palms sweat as I typed my much too common response,

Jessica: WHAT ENGLISH!?!?!

60 more days. 60 more days.
I can do this. I can do this.

..oh damn, who am I kidding? I am NOT cut out for school.

I have to go try my hardest to even finish this stupid letter that was due Thursday. Better late than never is apparently my motto for my senior year.
I'll try convincing myself that this letter to a random about the loss of temperate rainforests in the pacific coast, and my ideas how to solve this problem, are SUPER EXCITING AND INTEREST ME SO MUCH.

-.-

oh, and if you were wondering- no, i didn't continue my awesome dream the other night. I didn't dream at all. Ugh.