I just went crazy and completely cleaned my apartment. >_< And did all my psych and sociology homework for next week. And started my Chinese homework. It was funny... for psych, we had to read a short essay written by someone with borderline personality disorder. Like, they were talking about what it's like living with it. The next essay (my teacher scans these short essays and posts them on Canvas - the site my university uses to communicate with students - so you see what the next essay in the book is and stuff like that... does that make sense?) was an excerpt from Loud in the House of Myself by Stacy Pershall, which is a book I'd read a month or two ago on my own. >_< It wasn't very good, but I feel awkward realizing that I read books "for fun" that are used in educating people about mental disorders. XD
Dinner at my mom's tonight. Oh God.