The Little Book of Calm...
All I want to do now is look at pictures. I don't know why, but I'm posessed by a picture-browsing spirit. This is normally a whim I could happily indulge, but considering it's 11:15pm on the night before my environmental management final I probably shouldn't. So instead I'm updating (a little counter-productive, but deal with it, ok?).
Two finals down, two left. Let us all pray that I survive tomorrow's exam relatively unscathed. My brain is leaking out of my ears and my eyes start twitching by midnight. I woke up today while it was still dark outside and watched the sunrise with Martin as we walked to breakfast. It is morally reprehensible to make people take exams at that time of the morning. Violaters will be drug out into the street and beat until repentent.
I should also tell you that I've reached the point of exhaustion and stress where everything, absolutely everything, is hilarious. I was sitting in the computer lab with Chev today and he was listening to my iPod. I turned to him and said "Is it really 6:35?" to which he responded "No, it's 25 til 7". I stared blankly at him and burst into hysterics. He didn't even realize what he said. Good times, good times.
I would like to say that I'm horribly jealous of all of you who are done with school for the year. Enjoy sleeping in, seeing friends, and NOT having to schlep your arses all over campus to little known classrooms where some older lady dispenses long exam papers with a sour face.
I want to go to bed, however, I will instead shower and spend the next hour staring vacantly at my notes. Kisses to my lovelies. Sweet dreams.
Two finals down, two left. Let us all pray that I survive tomorrow's exam relatively unscathed. My brain is leaking out of my ears and my eyes start twitching by midnight. I woke up today while it was still dark outside and watched the sunrise with Martin as we walked to breakfast. It is morally reprehensible to make people take exams at that time of the morning. Violaters will be drug out into the street and beat until repentent.
I should also tell you that I've reached the point of exhaustion and stress where everything, absolutely everything, is hilarious. I was sitting in the computer lab with Chev today and he was listening to my iPod. I turned to him and said "Is it really 6:35?" to which he responded "No, it's 25 til 7". I stared blankly at him and burst into hysterics. He didn't even realize what he said. Good times, good times.
I would like to say that I'm horribly jealous of all of you who are done with school for the year. Enjoy sleeping in, seeing friends, and NOT having to schlep your arses all over campus to little known classrooms where some older lady dispenses long exam papers with a sour face.
I want to go to bed, however, I will instead shower and spend the next hour staring vacantly at my notes. Kisses to my lovelies. Sweet dreams.