The Last Sprint: the one in which Brenna wins at everything.
I'm packing like a mad fiend, stuffing things into suitcases and hoping against hope that nothing breaks (please please please).
In half an hour I will be leaving the house, looking suave, feeling fine. I'm going to the opera in Florence for the last time.
I have created a suitable bag of goodies as a Christmas present for my family.
I will find a present for my secret santa tonight during intermission and it will be perfect.
I will come home and craft an incisive thesis, write my 10 page paper using said thesis, then slaughter my opera critique.
Tomorrow, I will print my three papers (at least one's already finished) and hand them over with a grin of win on my face.
I will also visit San Lorenzo, Santa Croce, the Boboli Gardens, climb Giotto's tower, and enter the Uffizi in the next 48 hours.
I have a box of wine and half a bottle of Grappa to finish. I will get absolutely drunk tomorrow night.
I will get on the train to Switzerland on Friday night and feel victorious.
I am victorious. I am a baller.
Watch me go.
In half an hour I will be leaving the house, looking suave, feeling fine. I'm going to the opera in Florence for the last time.
I have created a suitable bag of goodies as a Christmas present for my family.
I will find a present for my secret santa tonight during intermission and it will be perfect.
I will come home and craft an incisive thesis, write my 10 page paper using said thesis, then slaughter my opera critique.
Tomorrow, I will print my three papers (at least one's already finished) and hand them over with a grin of win on my face.
I will also visit San Lorenzo, Santa Croce, the Boboli Gardens, climb Giotto's tower, and enter the Uffizi in the next 48 hours.
I have a box of wine and half a bottle of Grappa to finish. I will get absolutely drunk tomorrow night.
I will get on the train to Switzerland on Friday night and feel victorious.
I am victorious. I am a baller.
Watch me go.