One might wonder what I do when I'm supposed to be studying for finals.

There are a few things that I might be doing:

1) Sleeping.
2) Thinking about sleeping.
3) Thinking about my latest crush (This happens often. It's quite time consuming.)
4) Reading a book (That's not a textbook)
5) Submit a journal on Deviant art/find ways to amuse myself on the comuter that does not involve 'bad stuff', RPGs, or any type of game period.
6) Not eating. I have had two nutrigrain bars, a granola bar and half a snickers bar today. That's IT. It's almost six o'clock at night...I'm just..not hungry. I don't want to eat.
7) ..I might actually be studying. *Gasp* This happens a lot when you have a nice big latin FINAL tomorrow. *Starts freaking out* Crap.

Ah well. Before I go back to fighting with the danged computer (Even now that I have things to upload I can't because the computer is so dratted) or feverishly cramming I suppose I'll bring up the morbid discussion of death. (No one reads this anyways, and if they do then they should get a life.)

I think I'm going to die young. Young of spirit or of body I know not, yet I am sure it will be one of those two. I already know that, unless some traumatic event should happen to me, I will be a child in spirit forever. Maybe this is what I've been feeling.

But I think overall I'm going to die of stress..Or of some strange accident like those found in strange movies. I don't know. Who can truly foretell thier own death? Wherever this person is, I pity them.

And now I'm going to go study, even though I think I'm ready.

Yay.

*sigh*