No seriously is this happening ? it feels like there's seriously not enough time the little mini me running around in my hollow head is freaking out. Alarms are going off, giant red
'WARNING' sign popping up in my head every 5 minutes, as we speak this table feels smaller and smaller, i feel like at any moment that a midget dressed in a referee costume is going to come running towards me, blowing a whistle and screaming
"time's up , time's up" and at an attempt to get my attention as if the screaming won't be enough he'll start throwing rubber chickens at me.
owh yea im freaking out.
magazine ... style guide ... essay .. 12 journal entries all due next monday and tuesday.
right now i feel like dropping everything and just taking a break , completely stressed and yet im smiling on the outside .. stupid stoner me !!!
ARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH !!!!
wooooh .. that didn't make me feel better =.=