finally productive
So, I started my homeword at 7ish. And I finished my homeword at 2ish. That is 7, i repeat 7 hours of homework. Yowza. The thing is, I never freaked out. Not once. Never had an "Oh my god i hate this and i wanna die" moment in all of it. I think it's because the year is coming to a close. It's a great feeling when you finish the LAST assignment for a class. It's so crazy. I can't believe I'm almost a SOPHOMORE in college. So weird. Anyway. I'm officially exhausted and amid all that homework, I still didn't study for my ballet final that I have to take in 6 hours and 50 minutes. Ah, well. That's my attitude about everything these days, and I think it's a fine attitude to have.
Love
love
more love
and some love
Love
love
more love
and some love