I'm so very tired. This is going to be a crap post.

NAACP Image Awards. Oooh, I forgot how many colored people I love. Halle Berry, I love you, but god DAMN that was a lot of costume changes. Beyonce and Jennifer Hudson sound as great as ever. The rap/thing at the end was totally fail!tastic but it's Stevie Wonder. You can't hate if it's Stevie ( Read more... )

 
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My prayers were answered.

Got my Brit Lit essay done, although it was probably a bit crap, like the B- paper I wrote for MAA in like, no time at all last week.
Probably got a 100 or thereabouts for mon interro de francais aujourd'hui, parceque c'est tres facile.
Also got my nod of participation in Brit Lit for the contribution of the particular word ( Read more... )

Oh God, oh God, we're all going to die.

Procrastination Station might sound fun kids, but only in theory. In reality it is nowhere near as close to fun as Celebration Station is, trust me on this one.

Slacking is not a good color on me.

Brit Lit essay yet to be written.
200+ pages of Last of the Mohicans needing to be read by 4:30pm.
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Short hand because it's late.

Got up around 12:30. Went to a play, The Sound Of A Voice. Really creepy, fairly short. Interesting, at least.

Ate lunch at the Union.

Got back to the dorm, read some more of Madame Bovary outside because it was just a beautiful fucking day. Seriously, expletive necessary. I was riding around on my bike between the Union ( Read more... )

You ever have one of those days you don't want to get out of bed not only because you're tired, but because you're just genuinely enjoying the comfortable feel of your bed? I don't think I've ever savored the feeling of being completely limp against my pillows and this mattress all year until now, mostly because of a bias from my amazing bed at ( Read more... )

I've been feeling very meh lately. Don't exactly know what's up with that. I mean, in a general sense, I've been feeling like this since Grandpa died, Liz noticed that during winter break. But I dunno what's up, really. I went through a similar phase around this time last year, and I don't think it's the winter blues. I don't know what it is.

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Long day was long. That three hour block of class is starting to kill me-- and my back. I'm carrying my laptop, two anthologies, a notebook, assorted light school supplies, a novel, assorted personal items (keys, phone, etc.), and usually some jacket/scarf/tauntaun to bundle myself up in because by the time 6:00 rolls around it's frickin' freezing ( Read more... )

Long day. It's not even close to over yet, either. WOO ENGLISH MAJORS. T_____T

Woke up in time to get some breakfast again-- twice this week, aren't you proud?-- then off to Fiction where Dr. Berman talked about Madam Bovary and I had no idea what he was talking about because, oh yeah, I haven't read it yet. It's also very frustrating trying to read ( Read more... )

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Busy day. Mostly because I'm a master procrastinator.

Woke up late, got my French test back -- 89, woo! I could've done better and got so hurried that I didn't conjugate a verb as bonus points *llama face, could've had an A* but I've got an A in the class thus far, so that's a positive.

Dear US Postal Service,

You suck,

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