i woke up in a panic this morning and it was still dark outside. luckily i had to get out of bed right away as i had to attend a meeting at the university shortly after..so i quickly forgot about the panic again as it was replaced with a new panic at the meeting. so now there's two panic-things haunting me. great way to start a day!

the deal with the university now is that i'm postponing my bachelor project one year. they also want me to stop at the student house so i can concentrate more on my studies...i think that if i stop in the student house...i will stop study as well...so i'll just have to learn to be better to put the tasks in order of priority this coming spring. sigh. so many things to take into account all the time... on the same time it's no fun here in the apartment, as c wants to move and i have to figure out if i want to move or if i have to find yet another room-mate...

here's the song of the day...

how many times do i have to say
to get away-get gone
flip your shit past another lasses
humble dwelling
you got your game, made your shot, and you got away
with a lot, but i'm not turned-on
so put away that meat you're selling
cuz i do know what's good for me-
and i've done what i could for you
but you're not benefiting, and yet i'm sitting
singing again, sing, sing again
how can i deal with this, if he won't get with this
m'i gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
nothing to figure out; i gotta get him out
it's time the truth was out that he don't give a
shit about me
how many times can it escalate
till it elevates to a place i can't breathe?
and i must decide, if you must deride
that i'm much obliged to up and go
i'll idealize, then realize that it's no
sacrifice, because the price is paid, and
there's nothing left to grieve
fuckin go-
cuz i've done what i could for you, and
i do know what's
good for me and i'm not benefiting, instead
i'm sitting singing again, singing again, singing again,
sing, sing, sing again
how can i deal with this, if he won't get with this
m'i gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
nothing to figure out; i gotta get him out
it's time the truth was out that he don't give a
shit about me

- f.a.