Raging Hell
Mar. 12th, 2003 04:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morrigirlYes boys and girls, it's that time of the term again. Welcome to finals week, where Carla pounds out two papers in two days. I've taken the notes for today's endeavor, the Meyerhold paper. Hopefully I will have enough intelligence and motivation to write the darn thing tonight while I'm working the closing shift in Music Library.
Tomorrow it's the Toni Morrison paper. And the journals if I can remember them. And all of Rob's stuff will get done on the train back to NYC.
NYC in two days. *drool*
Got my hair chopped yesterday. I told the girl shoulder length. She cut it to my chin. How the hell do you accidentally shear two extra inches? It's okay though, I don't mind it. But that's the last time I entrust my hair to a 22 year old.
I need some sleep. Forget that I slept for 15 hours last night, I'm still tired. Finals sucks the life right outta you.
When I get back to the city I am going to sleep, and lounge on the most comfy couch in the world and watch Law and Order 24/7 and I won't have to worry about waking anyone up or nothing like that. And I will read my witchy books, and go for walks down West End Ave., and spend hours in Barnes and Noble, and drink frappacinos, and spend my mother's money (oh wait I'm doing that already), and have lunch with my friends. And sleep some more.
Why can't it be Friday already? Oh wait, I know. Because if it were Friday already both of my papers would be late and I would be pulling my hair out. Can't be having that now can we?
Ciao.
Tomorrow it's the Toni Morrison paper. And the journals if I can remember them. And all of Rob's stuff will get done on the train back to NYC.
NYC in two days. *drool*
Got my hair chopped yesterday. I told the girl shoulder length. She cut it to my chin. How the hell do you accidentally shear two extra inches? It's okay though, I don't mind it. But that's the last time I entrust my hair to a 22 year old.
I need some sleep. Forget that I slept for 15 hours last night, I'm still tired. Finals sucks the life right outta you.
When I get back to the city I am going to sleep, and lounge on the most comfy couch in the world and watch Law and Order 24/7 and I won't have to worry about waking anyone up or nothing like that. And I will read my witchy books, and go for walks down West End Ave., and spend hours in Barnes and Noble, and drink frappacinos, and spend my mother's money (oh wait I'm doing that already), and have lunch with my friends. And sleep some more.
Why can't it be Friday already? Oh wait, I know. Because if it were Friday already both of my papers would be late and I would be pulling my hair out. Can't be having that now can we?
Ciao.
