Braaaaaiiiiiins.
After several weeks of mono, I seem to have reached my sleep limit. Or maybe it was the documentary I just watched about lobotomies. Ugh, ugh, ugh. Good thing I've never wanted to be a doctor - I get mad squeamish when I see pictures of ice picks sticking out of people's eyes. NEXT.
I suppose I'm halfway done with finals, though not really, because my biggest task lies ahead - the 20-page research paper. Luckily I'll be working on that at home. Gah, I can't wait to be home. Though I'm in denial about how many people will be abroad next semester. Maybe if I don't think about it, they'll stick around.
I hate being in that place where I know my body (and even eyelids) (ughhh eyelids made me think of lobotomies) is very tired, but my brain (ughhh lobotomies) is on overdrive. Maybe I should try to keep reading The Quest for Christa T - that'll put me right to sleep.
It seems that Aragog is having a baby. Does this mean I'm a grandmother? I mean, I guess I can't really consider a spider plant my son, but still. It's thrilling! Maybe that's why he's been looking so drained lately. Maybe if the baby gets big enough over break I can take that back with me and retire Aragog - he's starting to take over my desk.
Ooh, I adore the song "Your Ex-Lover Is Dead" by Stars. I think it's my mix CD song of the season. It just hit me over the head as I was walking to my exam this morning. Also, I'm not very far into it, but I already like the new (okay, not new anymore) Iron & Wine.
Okay. I think I've sufficiently babbled to quiet my inner monologue a bit. To bed!
I suppose I'm halfway done with finals, though not really, because my biggest task lies ahead - the 20-page research paper. Luckily I'll be working on that at home. Gah, I can't wait to be home. Though I'm in denial about how many people will be abroad next semester. Maybe if I don't think about it, they'll stick around.
I hate being in that place where I know my body (and even eyelids) (ughhh eyelids made me think of lobotomies) is very tired, but my brain (ughhh lobotomies) is on overdrive. Maybe I should try to keep reading The Quest for Christa T - that'll put me right to sleep.
It seems that Aragog is having a baby. Does this mean I'm a grandmother? I mean, I guess I can't really consider a spider plant my son, but still. It's thrilling! Maybe that's why he's been looking so drained lately. Maybe if the baby gets big enough over break I can take that back with me and retire Aragog - he's starting to take over my desk.
Ooh, I adore the song "Your Ex-Lover Is Dead" by Stars. I think it's my mix CD song of the season. It just hit me over the head as I was walking to my exam this morning. Also, I'm not very far into it, but I already like the new (okay, not new anymore) Iron & Wine.
Okay. I think I've sufficiently babbled to quiet my inner monologue a bit. To bed!