I should just quit while I'm behind, at this rate.
I did nothing this break. Not even the necessary things. I am going to rushedly pull together my homework tomorrow and then face the rest of the semester with all of the stoicism and grace of a chicken with its head cut off. I can see it already.
But you know what? I think I needed this. If I have learned anything in my 18.9672 years, it is that March is never a good month for me. I should just stop fighting it. Better to have taken the week off and pretended the March of my academic calendar didn't exist, than to have flirted with insanity like a desperate Regency debutante, which is what I've done every other year of my life.
That last sentence should make it clear what I've done with my break. I re-read Cotillion and got two books farther into the Bridgerton series (An Offer From A Gentleman and Romancing Mister Bridgerton). I think before I sleep tonight I will finish re-reading The Viscount Who Loved Me.
I should probably mention that I bought those two Bridgerton books on a shopping trip with my mother, who offered to buy my not-insubstantial stack as an early birthday present (convenient, really, as I most probably won't be home for the actual date). She flipped through them as I handed them to her, saw the two romance novels, and exclaimed, "Julia Quinn! My daughter is reading Julia Quinn!" Then she started making a big deal about it. Would not shut up about it all the way home! Once we got there, she pulled down some of her old favorites and insisted I take them back to college with me. SHE DID NOT GET THIS EXCITED WHEN I GOT MY FIRST PERIOD. WHAT DOES THIS SAY ABOUT MY FAMILY?
I also battled a sinus-whatsit. My trademarked Changing Of The Seasons Commemorative Cold. I'm so sick of these already and it's only been four years. I will tell you bitterly that I hate mucus more than I hate any other fluid in the world.
Bright spot was seeing The Pillows on Friday with splintercat, which was just, unaccountably awesome. Great first general admission experience, definitely. Although I have paid dearly for it with a relapse. I also have aches that have nothing to do with illness to add to the unending party that is my tissue-strewn dorm room. Yet I do believe it was worth it. I hate to say this, but does anyone know where to illicitly download their discography? I really need to catch up.
I'm going to go back to Viscount now, and avoid facing my responsibilities for a few more precious hours. Happy Easter/Spring to all, and to all a good night.
But you know what? I think I needed this. If I have learned anything in my 18.9672 years, it is that March is never a good month for me. I should just stop fighting it. Better to have taken the week off and pretended the March of my academic calendar didn't exist, than to have flirted with insanity like a desperate Regency debutante, which is what I've done every other year of my life.
That last sentence should make it clear what I've done with my break. I re-read Cotillion and got two books farther into the Bridgerton series (An Offer From A Gentleman and Romancing Mister Bridgerton). I think before I sleep tonight I will finish re-reading The Viscount Who Loved Me.
I should probably mention that I bought those two Bridgerton books on a shopping trip with my mother, who offered to buy my not-insubstantial stack as an early birthday present (convenient, really, as I most probably won't be home for the actual date). She flipped through them as I handed them to her, saw the two romance novels, and exclaimed, "Julia Quinn! My daughter is reading Julia Quinn!" Then she started making a big deal about it. Would not shut up about it all the way home! Once we got there, she pulled down some of her old favorites and insisted I take them back to college with me. SHE DID NOT GET THIS EXCITED WHEN I GOT MY FIRST PERIOD. WHAT DOES THIS SAY ABOUT MY FAMILY?
I also battled a sinus-whatsit. My trademarked Changing Of The Seasons Commemorative Cold. I'm so sick of these already and it's only been four years. I will tell you bitterly that I hate mucus more than I hate any other fluid in the world.
Bright spot was seeing The Pillows on Friday with splintercat, which was just, unaccountably awesome. Great first general admission experience, definitely. Although I have paid dearly for it with a relapse. I also have aches that have nothing to do with illness to add to the unending party that is my tissue-strewn dorm room. Yet I do believe it was worth it. I hate to say this, but does anyone know where to illicitly download their discography? I really need to catch up.
I'm going to go back to Viscount now, and avoid facing my responsibilities for a few more precious hours. Happy Easter/Spring to all, and to all a good night.