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FINALS!! How I hate working in order to learn. I have four papers to write and three tests to take. This semester has been fucking me in the ass, and its not going to stop until December 21. After the ass-rapage of the next two or three weeks, my asshole will be transformed into an assabyss. Thank you, Rutgers. Hopefully there's a pattern - hard semester, easy semester, hard semester, easy semester, and so on. It's been that way the past three. I would enjoy another awesomely easy Spring semester.
On the other hand, Pat comes back from France on the 14(!!!!), Christmas is coming and then my trip to France. I love the holidays. There's so much eating involved with November and December festivities: eating with families(Christmas, Bayville Firehouse), eating with friends (dinner party 12/23), eating with co-workers (Holiday Party in Spring Lake with Ryan and Patrick), and because Pat will be home for a while, just a lot of eating without paying or cooking in general. I have an eating disorder - it's called binging. I will be working with the lovely Leslie Ovechka again, and we will talk about art and music at work while everyone else calculates things and goes to meetings, blech. I will take my first solo plane ride...ahhhh! I guess the nasty horrible curse of college called finals will be worth the cool stuff that I'll get afterwords.
I'm so excited! I'm so stressed out. I'm so excited! I'm so stressed out. I'm so excited! I'm so stressed out.
On the other hand, Pat comes back from France on the 14(!!!!), Christmas is coming and then my trip to France. I love the holidays. There's so much eating involved with November and December festivities: eating with families(Christmas, Bayville Firehouse), eating with friends (dinner party 12/23), eating with co-workers (Holiday Party in Spring Lake with Ryan and Patrick), and because Pat will be home for a while, just a lot of eating without paying or cooking in general. I have an eating disorder - it's called binging. I will be working with the lovely Leslie Ovechka again, and we will talk about art and music at work while everyone else calculates things and goes to meetings, blech. I will take my first solo plane ride...ahhhh! I guess the nasty horrible curse of college called finals will be worth the cool stuff that I'll get afterwords.
I'm so excited! I'm so stressed out. I'm so excited! I'm so stressed out. I'm so excited! I'm so stressed out.