Just a random update

I was going to write on here, and I even knew what I was going to write. Then I went and hung out with people instead, and now I'm just writing on here with no idea of what to write, simply because I said I'd write.

My brain is so fried right now. I just need a good long sleep, one that's NOT interrupted by the fire alarm going off. This was my day today:

6:00 AM - wake up, eat breakfast
6:30 AM - shower, get dressed, pack my bag for class
7:40 AM - leave for class.
8:00 AM - 9:15 AM - art class (Survey Art: Renaissance - Modern Times)
9:30 AM - 10:45 AM psych class (Child Development Psychology)
11:00 AM - 12 noon - art homework (making flash cards to study with).
12:15 PM - lunch
1:00 PM - 4:00 PM - study for the art test Thursday morning.
4:10 PM - leave to go to the history computer lab
4:20 PM - 6:20 PM - history homework
6:30 PM - dinner
7:00 PM - 8:00 PM - lgbtaa
8:00 PM - 9:30 PM - physics homework
10:00 PM - late night (food.)
10:30 PM - 11:30 PM - reading / hanging out, relaxing

I can't think any more today. My brain is just... mush... right now. Like... that's A LOT of school in one day. Tomorrow I just have physics and history. Physics is at 2, and my friend who I studied with for art today is coming over around like 12-ish tomorrow to study again for another hour. And after physics (so around 3ish) I have to do my history homework that's due on Friday because I'm not going to have any other time to do it. It's with Google Earth, which I have no idea how to use. One of my friends from my floor said she'd help me with it, so I'm hoping she's free when I am tomorrow.

And I still don't know how to get to my history class. I have to ask one of my friends to show me each time.... It's a class I only have once a week. I mean, I know that's no excuse. But... yeah. I know how to get to all my other classes. It's just history that I can't for the life of me figure out how to get there.

I'm going to sleep now.
Good night.

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