This house makes me tired. Not physically but mentally. Like when you take AP tests or when you take that four hour chem final. But its from sadness so there is no satisfied feeling of accomplishment afterwards.
I might not even be able to go back in the fall. The thing is that I am not surprised. Its for the same reason that I'm not surprised about spring semester. Why did I even start going? Good thing I am not a drinker.
On a happy note has anyone seen the new commercials with hte guy on the treadmill. The one that malfunctions and beats the crap out of him. Yeah thats funny.