My love isn't a bank statement...
What a gorgeous weekend to be cooped up for all of it. At least my term paper is completely for tommorrow's class. All I have left are my 2 review sessions and then exams on Thursday and Friday.
The light is starting to show at the end of the despairing tunnel I call school. I really want to go home. This year has been emotionally exhausting. And more than I had patience for at time. But overall good, I think.
I started seriously packing tonight when I came home from my Nonna's house. Took everything down from my walls and now have numerous places in which the paint is completely peeled off revealing an ugly cardboard brown layer. Its horrible.. I called maintainance and don't know what they're going to have me do. Either I'll have to paint it myself or they'll do it for me or I'll get charged. At this point I don't even care. I just want to be done and moved out. I hate the beginning and end of semesters- its so stressful moving my stuff. I really wish I just had roots somewhere permanently.
Funny story. I tried to patch the chipped paint and ended up dripping white paint into my frog's bowl. Ok so not funny. I was freaking out cause I didn't want him to be poisoned obviously but i think i caught it in time and I changed him into a different bowl right away. Let's hope Walter is as healthy as ever tommorrow morning when I wake up.
Looking around now without my glasses on, the gross chipped patches don't look SOOO bad.
I really love Easter. There are those pretty Calla lilies everywhere and daisies and tulips. Its such a celebratory event- I love holy week. It really puts things into perspective a lot of the time for me. Friday, Alaina and I went to this thing at Woodside called "The Path" which turned out to be really neat. It was a sort of stations of the cross/meditative and reflective service. We went from room to room by candle-lit path, and in each room we had a different speaker to listen to regarding each event (i.e. the Last Supper, the Garden of Gethsemane, Peter's Denial, etc.).
Is it bad that I don't even care about Statistics anymore?
The light is starting to show at the end of the despairing tunnel I call school. I really want to go home. This year has been emotionally exhausting. And more than I had patience for at time. But overall good, I think.
I started seriously packing tonight when I came home from my Nonna's house. Took everything down from my walls and now have numerous places in which the paint is completely peeled off revealing an ugly cardboard brown layer. Its horrible.. I called maintainance and don't know what they're going to have me do. Either I'll have to paint it myself or they'll do it for me or I'll get charged. At this point I don't even care. I just want to be done and moved out. I hate the beginning and end of semesters- its so stressful moving my stuff. I really wish I just had roots somewhere permanently.
Funny story. I tried to patch the chipped paint and ended up dripping white paint into my frog's bowl. Ok so not funny. I was freaking out cause I didn't want him to be poisoned obviously but i think i caught it in time and I changed him into a different bowl right away. Let's hope Walter is as healthy as ever tommorrow morning when I wake up.
Looking around now without my glasses on, the gross chipped patches don't look SOOO bad.
I really love Easter. There are those pretty Calla lilies everywhere and daisies and tulips. Its such a celebratory event- I love holy week. It really puts things into perspective a lot of the time for me. Friday, Alaina and I went to this thing at Woodside called "The Path" which turned out to be really neat. It was a sort of stations of the cross/meditative and reflective service. We went from room to room by candle-lit path, and in each room we had a different speaker to listen to regarding each event (i.e. the Last Supper, the Garden of Gethsemane, Peter's Denial, etc.).
Is it bad that I don't even care about Statistics anymore?