Apr 26, 2009 21:51
In seven days I will be back home and out of hell, potentially forever. In three days I graduate from college with two Bachelors. By Tuesday I have to finish one paper for a graduate level class I took this semester and another for Literary Theory. The second hasn't been started yet and needs about eight pages. I think it will end up around eleven to fifteen. I also have two more exams one of which I haven't studied for and am completely not ready for. But the strange thing about all of this is that the one thing I am most anxious about is the season finale of Chuck.
I think I might need a life.
Or just to not be here anymore.