end of semester
as always, a deja vu shows its noze at the corner of every night: the end is coming, I'm very late, and I don't feel like doing anything at all.
For some reason, this semester is worse. I had only one class, and yet, I'm half a semester behind in my QED class... which is ..heu.. I dunno how many chapters. The stuff has been fascinating the last 2 months though, but I don't know what happened... I dunno where the time went... I dunno what happpened... I dunno what happened... I usually dunno what happens anyway - but it's there, right in front of me.
I think I'll turn my head side ways; I will write a long letter to a friend in Zurich (I'm soo late, it's not even funny altough I'm justifying myself by the thought that she's always freaking late too...;)
and it's not tomoroow I'll start coz I'm going to a potluck party ( I wish I could take those literrairly)
For some reason, this semester is worse. I had only one class, and yet, I'm half a semester behind in my QED class... which is ..heu.. I dunno how many chapters. The stuff has been fascinating the last 2 months though, but I don't know what happened... I dunno where the time went... I dunno what happpened... I dunno what happened... I usually dunno what happens anyway - but it's there, right in front of me.
I think I'll turn my head side ways; I will write a long letter to a friend in Zurich (I'm soo late, it's not even funny altough I'm justifying myself by the thought that she's always freaking late too...;)
and it's not tomoroow I'll start coz I'm going to a potluck party ( I wish I could take those literrairly)