The Finish Line
My Chaucer paper was due yesterday but I'm turning it in today at 2 p.m. when I take my final for that class. Thursday holds my German exam, and Friday marks my last foray into the world of paleontological Dinoz.
Today I have the second-to-last of my tattoo appointments for my leaves. Wednesday is sure to be raucous. Friday I'm going back to Nashville for Cinco de Mayo/to find a fucking job, plz.
There is good mixed in with the bad. I am also slowly realizing that the Miracle Year mainfests itself in such strange ways (here we come). I'm anxious to be out of this town and in the arms of a city I love.
Today I have the second-to-last of my tattoo appointments for my leaves. Wednesday is sure to be raucous. Friday I'm going back to Nashville for Cinco de Mayo/to find a fucking job, plz.
There is good mixed in with the bad. I am also slowly realizing that the Miracle Year mainfests itself in such strange ways (here we come). I'm anxious to be out of this town and in the arms of a city I love.