the uncompleted list.
April 18, 2012
My poor hair seems to have about had it with me pulling and yanking on it. Along with my poor face that is telling me to lay it easy on the stress before it explodes with the dreaded, awful blemishes. (which I cant afford to receive, because Kevin and I are getting our engagement pictures in two days! )
My stomach doesn't seem to stop growling, and turning but all I seem to be able to fill it with is diet coke (with lime) to keep me awake.
My brain feels fried, sizzled, and overloaded. Im to the point where I probably couldn't even tell you my phone number, let alone my own name. (its that fried).
If you run into me around campus I apologize. I may seem a bit rude, uptight, and frazzled. However keep in mind that its not my normal self, and that the overload of school has indeed taken its toll. The real Elsha will be back soon.
I have to keep reminding myself that I'm almost done. Im almost done. Im almost done.
Summer... Summer... Summer...