No, I’m not giving up. That would be almost as stupid as what I’m doing. To quote Aragorn, “This day we fight!”

And I have seven happy little Jolly Ranchers. One Cherry, two Blue Raspberry, two grape, and two watermelon. Seven in all. Seven happy little jolly little Jolly Ranchers.

So tired… I need sleep so bad!!! And I can’t get it, drat it.
The presentation (did I tell you I had to do one of those?) went great. I was really nervous at first – I’ve never been in front of people in my life – but after I asked for a volunteer and started demonstrating, it was easy. Not a breeze, but certainly not difficult. And they loved it – they really loved it. Even simple moves that I’ve known since I was a white belt, they thought were novelties, and they were amazed. I’m so happy!!!

I don’t know what’s up – just tired maybe – but my hands are shaking and my gut feels weird, and I’m not even nervous.
I don’t think I’m going to survive through finals. Mom says it’s only a couple of weeks. By the time my last final is over, the world will have gone through nine rotations. That’s momentous. That doesn’t happen every day. I have to survive through nine rotations of the earth… You know, I just realized – the world does rotate every day. Oops.
I think I’m reaching the point where I’m physically and mentally going to break down. I’ll spend the rest of my days feverishly delirious in the psych ward. What’s really scary is that at this point, I’m so tired I hardly care.

I feel kind of abandoned at the moment. Very on-my-own-ish; rather left out of the world’s amusements.

Ever watched a retard laughing at another retard?

… but I can’t help it. I hate school so much right now!!!!!!!!!!!! And I can’t go and vent to anybody because it’s late and they’re all in bed or ought to be. I am so sick of homework!
Bridget, shut up, get over it, and get to work. NOW.
Oh, $*%& off. NOW.
Uh-uh. Do it. Wanna hang out on Wednesday? Better get your stuff done.
The truth hurts.

I’m in a considerably different mood than I was ten minutes ago when I posted that last post. This is partly due to an energy drink (beautiful things, aren’t they), and partly due to the fact that Kevin said he’s heard my parents brag about me. Rather happy about that.

I feel like background music. Pretty, companionable music, perhaps, but background music nonetheless. Just watching the world while I’m sitting inside the radio. Sometimes I feel like I can’t possibly do anything more; I’m doing so much already. Sometimes though, I don’t feel like I can ever do enough.
Right now I feel both.

For some reason, I just got the picture of me on a battlefield, fighting for my life. Kind of a cool picture, actually. Must go now; I have to do Something Important.

Looking back on last night… maybe I should be a little careful of how much caffeine and sugar I drink.