"Just one"
This seems to have now become my new motto. Just one more essay, one more week and I'm FREE from the tyranny of essays forever! Except for... you know... those... what are they? Three three hour long exams I have in May. And, oh, a 12,000 word dissertation in September that terrifies me and makes me want to run away to California. I have never wanted to run away to California before. Too many earthquakes. And yet I now want to run away there. For some reason. Never mind that I'm regretting not having gone back to art school or that I'm trying to find a way to milk my makeup artist cousin's connections in the entertainment industry. The week before I have to hand in an essay I've barely worked on is no time to have an existential crisis. Or start watching Psych. And yet, I am doing both.
Never mind the icon. I just felt like using it, though I feel that it overstates my point. Assuming that I have a point. Okay, I'm going back to studying now.
Never mind the icon. I just felt like using it, though I feel that it overstates my point. Assuming that I have a point. Okay, I'm going back to studying now.