como se dice "stressed out"?

first off, i can't stop listening to the new fiona apple. love her, loooove her. i also scored a random free issue of rolling stone in my mailbox which just so happens to have a story on her this month. hotttt.

so yeah, stressed a smidge. i'm craving girl time in a mad way. always with boys, alllll the gd time. plus, of course, there is much work to be done. but sweet glory be, this time next week i'll be back at home with nothing academic to do and no boy friends to make fun of my cultural discussion group or feminist group or whatever the hell it is we're poking at today.

i'm just in one of those wish-i-could-plow-through-the-wall-and-leave-behind-a-silhouette-of-me cartoon kinda moods. i'm also tired of being in my room. and i miss meg & dell. and i don't know what being home is going to be like.

boo. boooooo.

man, if only it were just hammer time already...