oh my GOD I am done with this work thing.
my sleeping roomate's hand is in a bowl of warm water currently.

Thanksgiving is over and gone, December is in full throttle, there is tinsel on the windows and 350 twinkling lights wrapped around my room, 1 week til finals, and lots of things to think about.

That shit about 'doing what makes you happy' is the biggest croc i've ever heard.

ps, 0-7-0 badminton.

Je n'aime pas les devoirs. and i am jealous of successful people, of atms cards with overdraft protection, of good metabolisms, of nice hair, and of alone time.

I am just going to accept that the only thing that I am good at is napping and contemplating doing my laundry. I have Astronomy for five hours tonight, my last midterm tomorrow, and then Halloweenie!

i am thankful for many things, one of which is not midterms.

I live for weekends.

i love love love love love surprise visitors and box-o-wine, and i'm about to love tavern on the green after tonight's festivities!

i do not quite love my exhausted debit card though.
but really who needs money anyway.

listen. i have a philosophy paper due in the morning and an enormous mosquito bite on my forehead and a roommate who doesn't know the difference between a leper and a leopard, but is fluent in 2 languages and who gets me 2% milk when I'm hiding from all my work and think i am absolutely no good at anything.

I am now officially broke, unproductive, a wine conaisseur, and thankful that my mother did not name me Wanda.