Why is it that I study more for the things that I like and are easier for me rather than what I don't know and don't get? That will ultimately be my downfall.
Woke up the earliest I've ever had to in my "college career" thus far for my Politics final this morning... ate some breakfast, watched Saved By the Bell, and promptly returned to slumber. Slumber. That's a funny word now that I write it. Slumber. Why does it remind me of that rabbit in Bambi, Thumper... Slumber. It's kind of a messy word, not so peaceful or simple or flowy like as like... tranquility... slumber... it's messy! I don't like it... it's like trying too hard to be a peaceful word when it's NOT!
It's strange how everyone is home and I'm not... usually it's the other way around... and now no one's online anymore... cept for people who are studying...
I love having free days between my finals. Tomorrow will consist of returning merchandise and buying soft baked cookies. And some French for the last final. Ohh those are nice words. Merchandise. Cookies. Last final. Beautiful.
It's nice to find a little happiness in the small things.
Almost finished my Christmas shopping... Michael crossed and recrossed the bridge to bring me to IKEA.. what does IKEA stand for?... & we enjoyed some Q Cup as well... yay Q Cup... then we just got bloated from eating a lot. Then he let me sleep while he did his paper. Awesome. Apple pie a la mode with regular coffee at Mel's is awesome too. Sean Slim got me to say awesome, it's so not awesome.
I need to dust. And throw away a lot of stuff.
I must now go get cash for books. Maybe coffee. Maybe try to replenish my checking account. More soap operas. Try not to sleep again. Study avoir & etre, the conditional, imperfect, and future tense. Eat that duck that I've had since Sunday but have somehow managed not to devour. Gym? Nahh... the diet starts January 1st. Size fourteen in little girls, I shall return to you.
I have a champagne bottle that has apple juice in it. & it's still got some in it but it's kinda gross & I don't like it... how do I dispose of it without people thinking I'm hardcore dancing around with a lampshade on my head type of gal?
Woke up the earliest I've ever had to in my "college career" thus far for my Politics final this morning... ate some breakfast, watched Saved By the Bell, and promptly returned to slumber. Slumber. That's a funny word now that I write it. Slumber. Why does it remind me of that rabbit in Bambi, Thumper... Slumber. It's kind of a messy word, not so peaceful or simple or flowy like as like... tranquility... slumber... it's messy! I don't like it... it's like trying too hard to be a peaceful word when it's NOT!
It's strange how everyone is home and I'm not... usually it's the other way around... and now no one's online anymore... cept for people who are studying...
I love having free days between my finals. Tomorrow will consist of returning merchandise and buying soft baked cookies. And some French for the last final. Ohh those are nice words. Merchandise. Cookies. Last final. Beautiful.
It's nice to find a little happiness in the small things.
Almost finished my Christmas shopping... Michael crossed and recrossed the bridge to bring me to IKEA.. what does IKEA stand for?... & we enjoyed some Q Cup as well... yay Q Cup... then we just got bloated from eating a lot. Then he let me sleep while he did his paper. Awesome. Apple pie a la mode with regular coffee at Mel's is awesome too. Sean Slim got me to say awesome, it's so not awesome.
I need to dust. And throw away a lot of stuff.
I must now go get cash for books. Maybe coffee. Maybe try to replenish my checking account. More soap operas. Try not to sleep again. Study avoir & etre, the conditional, imperfect, and future tense. Eat that duck that I've had since Sunday but have somehow managed not to devour. Gym? Nahh... the diet starts January 1st. Size fourteen in little girls, I shall return to you.
I have a champagne bottle that has apple juice in it. & it's still got some in it but it's kinda gross & I don't like it... how do I dispose of it without people thinking I'm hardcore dancing around with a lampshade on my head type of gal?
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