Pure procrastination, my friends
It's hard to grasp that I'm actually becoming a responsible student. I'm doing my work *early*, I've cut myself off from daily bouts of everquest, I'm going to bed at a reasonable hour (gasp!), and smoking less.
My goal is to get all this work off my hands so finals time will be a breeze. I've completed an extra credit paper for archaeology and I'm working on my anthro paper on Barandiarán. With this out of the way after this weekend, I will only have one exam, a small quiz (probably open book), and another paper that will be announced before finals.
Dude, look at me. I'm kicking college ass!
But I can't wait to go home and soak up the nasty UV rays. I know I'm going to hate running into some of the evil fuckers from my past, hearing whispers of "slut" in the air as I try to enjoy myself. Racing around on my little silver lightening, known as a moped. And oh the sweet salty smell of Atlantic ocean pervading over all (when not downtown in the fishing area). Home, home, home. It sounds so magical, doesn't it? I just have this last hump to get over and I'll be there, buried under piles of overweight kitties.
Right now, I'm blocking out that I'll have to deal with all my usual boy drama.
However, I am jonesing for a large amount of Jack Daniels.
My goal is to get all this work off my hands so finals time will be a breeze. I've completed an extra credit paper for archaeology and I'm working on my anthro paper on Barandiarán. With this out of the way after this weekend, I will only have one exam, a small quiz (probably open book), and another paper that will be announced before finals.
Dude, look at me. I'm kicking college ass!
But I can't wait to go home and soak up the nasty UV rays. I know I'm going to hate running into some of the evil fuckers from my past, hearing whispers of "slut" in the air as I try to enjoy myself. Racing around on my little silver lightening, known as a moped. And oh the sweet salty smell of Atlantic ocean pervading over all (when not downtown in the fishing area). Home, home, home. It sounds so magical, doesn't it? I just have this last hump to get over and I'll be there, buried under piles of overweight kitties.
Right now, I'm blocking out that I'll have to deal with all my usual boy drama.
However, I am jonesing for a large amount of Jack Daniels.