So, remember how I was feeling great about my chaotic semester, all happy-busy and "wow, look at the piles of stuff I'm getting accomplished!" etc?
Yeah, well, surprise surprise - it's finally starting to take its toll.
I am toasted. I've finished about six different writing assignments this week alone, with more madness to come (my first World Lit paper on Homer, a presentation and paper on A Wrinkle in Time for Children's Lit [I hope I do it justice], first test in Hist/Dev, *chokes*)... not to mention Aerie stuff to get organized... yeah. I am sufficiently intimidated. Whether I will even get a V-Day with Luke remains to be seen. :/
Oh well. At least tomorrow's Friday. *clings to it*
And life's far from doom and gloom - I do still have spare time, in which I've been reading more Scott Westerfeld (*heart* Midnighters so much, the CW better not mess this up), gaming with the roomies, escaping to the lake, and taking lots of naps. Ahh.
Oh yeah, and
LOST last night made an impressive return. I love Alex - am dying for the inevitable mama!Rosseau confrontation, especially since it appears she's been brought up to believe one of the Others is her father. I also love Juliet, and the fact that the Others-organization ran over her ex with a bus, just because she mentioned it offhandedly. Can we say, really wicked sense of humor? They must've known she would get all suspicious and creeped out, but went through with it anyway, then just brushed off her "wtf?" Sick, sick people. And that brainwashing experiment? So unsettling. Yeah. I'm actually annoyed that Kate's going back for Jack, cos I'd love to see him try to make it out on his own. But, what the hey. It's in character, I suppose.
Off to let my brain rest for awhile...