Dec 3

Come with me
And you'll be
In a world of pure procrastination

So today my roommate and I explained very thoroughly to our friend that no, she is not bipolar. Took a bit, and she's still going to take the medicine she doesn't need.... -_-", but I think we convinced her a little bit about things...? Maybe....?
She's one of those people who looks at something and goes, "Oh! That's me!" despite that it's not. She also gives herself anxiety, test anxiety specifically, by choosing not to study or getting distracted.
I mean, I am procrastinating studying for a final I have tomorrow, but I have studied for more than just today. I made her study yesterday, which was more or less just staring at a paper...that didn't go well. We also ended up dancing.
It's like making distractions is what does it. And she's hopelessly in love with her boyfriend who....truth be told....I don't really trust.
It's interesting. Finals are supposed to be next week, but of all of my classes I have the majority of my finals this week (BOOooo), tomorrow, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. And then two more Monday and Tuesday.
The ones tomorrow, Monday, and Tuesday are going to be difficult. Wednesday is math which is a waste of a class despite me being terrible at math, Thursday is intro to intro to chemistry (pretty much) where I've "learned" the basics of chemistry, which I already knew, but since I sucked at math I was stuck in there. Friday's a "reflective" essay which I'm having quite a good time writing since either the teacher is afraid of me or blind to my 4th grade level of logical writing.
I don't actually have a 4th grade level of logical writing, but on my third essay I had massive writers block and that's just what came about. It was so bad I just curled up in a ball and told myself I was going to fail and die alone.
(Twas also in the middle of writer's block on novel as well)
I also could barely coherently state a sentence. It was pretty bad.
Yet I got an A on the essay. My emotions were so conflicted I laughed and screamed until my chest hurt.
It was such a bad essay. And she gave me an A.

Yeah, my friend's not bipolar.

:D