Since I'm such a creeper, I decided I'd update the single reader of these random scribbles on my life lately. (See these musings.)
It's reached that point in the semester where I've begun counting down the days 'til the end. Let's see, there's tomorrow, and the day after... Does Friday even count? And then the next Monday; you get the general idea. Depending on how many papers I decide to rewrite, there is approximately a week and half left. Summer break can't come soon enough. I haven't yet come to a conclusion on whether or not this week will be easier or more difficult than the week three papers were due. Oh, didn't I complain about that? One week I had a paper due on Monday, Thursday and Friday. It was absolutely fantastic. The one due on Thursday was supposed to be ten pages. Par for the course, I waited until the last minute to start the darn thing. Needless to say... sleep that night was rather elusive. This week I have an exam on Wednesday, which will be easier than previously expected, a paper due Friday, an exam next Monday, and an exam due next Monday (which is going to be a pain: it's two three-four page papers). Not to mention up to three paper revisions.
This summer should be marvelous. I'm planning on taking a couple of history classes online and hopefully working. And a lot of my friends are planning on staying in the area, so that should be fun. My roommate has also threatened to make me watch movies I've never seen listen to mixed cds. This is because most of the music I listen to is alternative indie, so she believes I am somehow deprived. And the movie thing is self-explanatory. She also said, in apparently no uncertain terms, that we are going to a festival I have never been to. I guess it's a big deal in this region of the country and even though I've lived here all my life, I've never been. There are also innumerable books to read and crafts to finish, etc. I'm planning on finishing all the novels I didn't this semester. Haha. There were probably about eighteen and I only really finished at most five. Shows how dedicated I am to homework.
I have finally discovered why no one shows any interest in me. It's because of my brothers. They are too tall. I have three, but the ones that count are both over six foot. Apparently, a guy wants to be taller than a girl's brothers so he feels like he has some measure of power/control. One of my guy friends told me this... he might have been joking, but he could have been a bit serious. I guess they could be a tad intimidating. I hadn't thought of that. They work out and they're tall. But they don't really look buff... you wouldn't be able to tell I don't think. It is funny though. One of my brothers is in high school and can do fifty consecutive push-ups. One of my college guy friends can't even do twenty. My sister wisely pointed out that none of my friends here know my brothers. True. However, they have easy access to pictures of them which point towards their height. I told her we were doomed to lives of spinsterhood.
Ah, well. Such is life.
How much do you think I'd be able to get for an autographed copy of a Jodi Piccoult book? I found it used for pretty cheap and it's in nearly new condition.
Speaking of books, I discovered an amazing new study spot. This bookstore has a cafe and they serve amazing paninis. And when they give you tea, it's in a french press. Je adore.
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