the jsb smells like vomit . . .

I feel like a narcissist writing blog entries every day. It's like I think my life is super important and exciting, so I put it out there for everyone to read so that they know how awesome I am. Except for the fact that I'm going to see Harry Potter 7 tomorrow, my life has no exciting-ness to it. Needless to say, I will be more than relieved when I don't have to do journal entries for my class anymore.
Right now, I'm super stressed about school. Mostly. I have a crap-load of tests, quizzes, and other ginormous projects to accomplish just within the last two days of this week. And what am I doing right now instead of studying STATS or writing my Art History paper? Rambling about myself. I'm so awesome.
Yes, I realize I have been such a Debbie Downer lately. I'm sorry for that. Maybe it's the cold . . . except I like winter and don't really mind the cold. Maybe it's the fact that for the past week the JSB has smelled like vomit. Or maybe it's even that I'm growing up and I'm subconsciously trying to avoid that since grown-ups are so boring . . . that's probably it.