Gah.

This has been the most unproductive weekend of my life. I pretty much haven't left my bed, let alone my room. But since I thought I would be making a trip to the hospital, it's okay (thank god for doctor brothers). So now I'm forcing gatorade down my throat, even though I absolutely hate gatorade, and I'm feeling a little better. But I really needed to clean, and I need to work on my research projects, which are stressing me out. I have about twenty million congressional reports and letters to read and piece together. I legitimately hate my history major.

And dear annonymous friend, please stop complaining to everyone else about how you never see and how I never hang out with you anymore. I don't have time. It's not like I go out all of the time and just ignore you, specifically. I don't actually do anything except sleep and homework. This term isn't like every other term. I have a TON of stuff to do. I don't even see Kayleigh, and we live together.