sigh.

I really, really want to write a long entry about my weekend in New York, but am I doing it? No. Instead, I'm freaking out about my motherfucking singing test. SINGING TEST. AUGH.

I have a CD of the songs from our upcoming concert from my choir teacher. However, because I don't have a CD drive in the netbook, I had to run to the library, rip them in Windows Media Player (ugh), put them on a flash drive, transfer them, and now I have to convert them in iTunes to get them on my iPod. It's taking forever. I want to kick things.

At this point, I know a bitching final project will get me at least a C in my sociology class. And I know I already have a C in math, so I just have to do better or at least maintain. Seeing as how the last test is just a review of the early chapters, I'll probably do better. But choir... I know I've said it before, but I have no idea what grade I'll get. And it's so frustrating. It's my own fault for skipping so much, but my anxiety has just gotten the better of me in this class.

Phew. All done now. Now to put this damn song on repeat for the next 45 minutes.