A.D.D much?

Hello folks, still in the library and thankfully, there hasn't been any major problems with IPOD's and talkative girls... BUT - You're going to think I'm a total spaz ... I was doing just fine and typing up a storm on White Collar Crime until this guy sat next to me and now I can't concentrate - not because he's distractingly good looking and cute or anything (please, I'm not that lucky) but because he's breathing really really loudly and it's not as if I can tell him to keep it down. For goodness sake, what can I do - tell him to stop breathing?

Bilingual babbling...

...Taking a break from typing up this term paper & ho appena realizzato che posso scrivere questa cosa in some other color. La prossima volta che vengo qui - porteró cibo o qualcosa per fare merenda. Seriously, my stomach is killing me! Posso mangiare un cavallo!!
I've been in this computer lab per 6 ore now & non ti posso dire how much I just love this place. L'amo cosi TANTO che I'm coming back domani mattina- first.thing.
Sará finito May 7, I keep telling myself. Then I can avoid anything that remotely looks like it can be found in this institution- such as you know, paper, pencils, books. Not like I'd find that at work or anything....

Stressed

I apologize in advance as it seems I'm having a bit of a meltdown...
It's the week before finals and I've got loads of papers to type up yet I sit here creating this blog. After all this time in college you'd think I knew how to manage my time better and get my priorities straight. I'm sacrificing precious time posting my first blog rather than a paper on Prostitution. Lovely. Thank goodness my sicilian parents don't ask me what I'm learning in college!
I came to the library figuring I'd be able to concentrate better since I get so easily distracted at home. The urge to get up and eat, watch a little TV, talk on the phone is so in my face when I'm home. To make matters worse, the family computer is not ideally located. It's in the kitchen where my loud, sicilian family likes to gather. So any chance of me concentrating is slim to none.
...which is why i'm in the library on campus. You'd think things would be a little better here. I've got SERIOUS problems with people and their IPODs in the computer labs. Can't these people see I'm trying to type a freegin blog here? Ironically, I find my stress levels increase whenever I'm here. I go crazy with rude, loud people. Don't get me wrong - i'm loud and crazy too. BUT, there's a time and place for everything and dammit, it's finals week!
I stumbled across and old email I had sent out years ago to a good friend, during finals week, when I was ready to have a major melt down right there in the computer lab.
This is how I began the letter-

Definition of stress: The confusion created when one's mind overrides the body's desire to beat or choke the living shit out of some asshole who desperately needs it.

I thought that was perfect. Especially for that girl who won't stop popping her gum, or the other girl in the corner who doesn't know how to whisper on her cell phone, or the punk with the headphones blaring...

I know I sound a little hostile right now but I swear I'm really a nice person. Honest.... and I don't normally curse like that either.