My brain is imploding.

I'm sitting here in my room, trying not to lose it.


I've got the Biebz and my rice bag keeping me company. And I love having them as company, don't get me wrong. But they aren't completely removing my stress.


I'm sitting here searching my brain for the reason that I decided to take my photography class. And while I'm doing that, I'm trying to remember how to write an essay. One that's due tomorrow. Well. Just the first draft. I don't really think I'm going to finish it... yep. Not finishing it.


Nic told me that I need to makeout with somebody to relieve my stress. Any takers? doubt it. 


I'll just stick to Justin Bieber and my rice bag.