Monster

12 hours of intense studying, and more to go. Just thinking about rereading my lecture slides makes me so sad, but it must be done. As I was studying, I realized how much I didn't understand when I was taking my second midterm for this class, which makes me even more sad. I'm an avoider, so I avoided getting my second midterm back so I still don't know how I did. I thought it did average, but after my intense day of studying, I'm pretty sure I didn't. "Food for Finals" was today, and this time, they gave us this Monster energy drink. I drank it, nothing happened, so disappointed. I mean, with a name like "Monster Hitman: Energy Shooter," you would think otherwise. Or maybe I'm the real monster here. The little monster energy drink is no match for the big sleepy monster.

Frankster Update: The doctor said there's nothing wrong with him, and his symptoms are normal symptoms for a blood clot, and that it would go away on its own. Since when did having seizure-like symptoms out of nowhere, fainting, tremendous weight loss, and chorea considered "normal." He's suffering like fuck, and there's seriously nothing you can prescribe to treat him? You incompetent son of a bitch. I told Frankster to get a second consult, but he dismisses the idea. This deep bond of trust between Koreans and their common regard of all others as untrustworthy is baffling to me. On one hand, when I think about their history, I do get it. But on the other hand, I totally don't.

My mom called me while I was studying.

"My friend gave me some music, it won't play on the computer."

"Oh."

"I dragged it and it won't play."

"I don't know, mom."
"Can you tell me how to fix it?"

"I don't even know what's wrong."

"It won't play."

"I have to see it to help you."

"So how do you make it play?"

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