Excessive

I'll write tomorrow about what I've been up to. Nothing special, but I feel bad for not writing.

Yes, this is officially my 2000th entry I've written for this website, technically speaking. There were a bunch of entries lost a few years ago, so that would've changed the total, but right now, this entry is the 2000th to appear in my database (including private or protected entries).

I am completely unprepared for my XML midterm tomorrow, so much so that it was only today that I found out that I even had a midterm in the class. I'm trying not to worry, feel regret, feel stupid and worthless, but it's difficult to fight those feelings when I already know how it's going to go. Common sense will net me between 30% to 50% of the questions, and the rest will be a struggle. I don't particularly know the syntax and differences between XPath and DOM XML parsers, nor much about IEnumerators. I'll guess and hope that I do well, I'm not really in a position to do otherwise at this point.

So today didn't exactly go as was planned, and I guess it worked out anyway, but it always sucks when things don't go the way you invisioned them. The plan was to get up at 9am and go shopping, to be home before lunch so we could enjoy a lunch with some of the food we bought. However, I couldn't sleep last night, ended up getting back up and taking a sleeping pill, and it made me sleep a lot longer, and I went to bed later than I wanted to, so I couldn't get myself out of bed until 11am.

I didn't write today.

I’m sore, and tired, and my legs hurt… I hurt myself a lot today in a multitude of ways, including cuts, burns and tinfoil cuts… ugh. I know that I should write but I really don’t feel like I have it in me. I’m tired and my night is almost over and I just don’t have any energy.

I've been spending a lot of time working on some projects for school, specifically a C++ project which I finished the other day and submitted, only after a friend pointed out one of the minor features was done incorrectly, but oh well, can't let it bother me. The professors instructions are always super vague and it's impossible to know exactly what he means or what he wants, and I just can't let it bother me.

I went to school today, something that doesn't happen as often as it used to. I don't feel as though I'm doing any worse in school, which only goes to show how justified I was in staying home. I always go on Tuesdays though, and they always seem to discourage me enough to stay home for days throughout the week. I think that I've decided to go tomorrow, which is good, but I always have trouble actually getting work done while I'm there, so I'm trying to formulate a plan in my head about what exactly I'll do, beyond barely pay attention in class.

It was a hot one today and it had an effect on the level of activity and enthusiasm. I made a list of things I wanted to accomplish, and didn't get through them, and I've yet to decide if I am disappointed by this, or don't give a shit about it, and I think I fall somewhere in the middle. I mean, I wanted to do some things, specifically things that wouldn't normally be on my to-do list... nothing special but just a certain few things that I felt needed to be done, but I didn't get to all of them, but I suppose I got to the important ones. I went to the store, did the laundry, made a nice dinner and made a cake from scratch for dessert.

So in an attempt to relax and write, I put what already seems like one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen, An American Haunting, some 2005 PG13 horror movie, claiming to be based on a true story, but it’s so poorly directed and acted that you can’t help but feel awkwardly embarrassed for it. Anyway, that wasn’t the reason I started writing, or what I wanted to write about, but it was staring me right in the face so I couldn’t help it.