exams...
I can't believe how completely (a) unmotivated, (b) unconcerned, and (c) happy I am about this set of exams. Yes. You read that right. I really don't care about them. I just want to make it out alive. And I know I will. And the rest?: Que serrah, serrah.
I'm happy because I'm glad this year is coming to a close; this summer is starting; that my roommate is happy; that doors are opening; that people might care; that I'm understanding evidence; that I have discovered the magic of sugar cookies; that I wear funny hats; and that I tickle...mercilessly (beware); and that he finally messaged me back.
Things are obviously swell. For the moment.
So now I am off to spent the last two or three hours reading about the most boring subject ever: wills. It makes me feel ridiculously morbid (yes, everything deserves and adjective--don't be a hata)...but I press on. Or digress. Which was it??
We'll go with regress. Or retreat. To the books!
I'm happy because I'm glad this year is coming to a close; this summer is starting; that my roommate is happy; that doors are opening; that people might care; that I'm understanding evidence; that I have discovered the magic of sugar cookies; that I wear funny hats; and that I tickle...mercilessly (beware); and that he finally messaged me back.
Things are obviously swell. For the moment.
So now I am off to spent the last two or three hours reading about the most boring subject ever: wills. It makes me feel ridiculously morbid (yes, everything deserves and adjective--don't be a hata)...but I press on. Or digress. Which was it??
We'll go with regress. Or retreat. To the books!