I made it 23 hours...
before becoming insanely bored. I must thrive off of the crazy-busy, stress-consumed vibe. And now I'm finding the oddest things to stress me out...just to take the place of my old stress I guess. For instance, as I drove to Southpointe for a little holiday shopping, I actually stopped halfway there because I could swear it sounded like I had a flat tire. Why. Hey guess who stopped by the apartment complex last night! The cops. Just another little screaming, scratching, clothes-ripping, punching fest going on in the parking lot. I love where I live. In light of my boredom, and the warm cozy aura of safety I feel here (as I write with the deadbolt AND door handle locked), I think I might just go to Kearney tomorrow. Maybe I can get some writing done. That would be great. I'm out. Peace and love.
Free at last, free at least, praise God Almighty I'm free at last!
+ Haley = no longer in a relationship. I dumped that bitch.
I'm done. Done done done. Done with Perception, Clinical, Louis XIV, Modern Art, Women in Society, Voice Lessons, Muisc Convo, Choir, typing people's papers, and most oddly...WORK! Of course, I went out with a bang... I broke a drawer, spilling its contents ALL OVER the market, dropped a glass bottle of Burt's Bees body oil = glass and lemony oil EVERYWHERE, aaaannnddd....read the Polar Express children's book as I stood there in boredom. 3 people called in sick with pink eye, thus, I spent my last day (just like my first) at a register in the market. And people were nice to me. :)
So now that I have this newly found freedom, I'm goin' on break.
Actually, I'm going to see The Holiday with Sarah. Peace.
One Baroque Joke
Bobby McFerrin is more exciting than Henry Purcell will EVER be.
I am on page 8.
I have a final in less than 4 1/2 hours.
I have to work right after my final until 2:30.
Then I have to "sell back" my textbooks.
My paper is due at 5.
Oy.
Sorry for my incessant bitching. I promise it will be over at 6 pm on Saturday. At least until after New Year's. :)
almost...there...must....survive...one...more...day
Today is my "write a 10-page research paper" day. ACTUALLY - it's my "research for and write a 10-page research paper" day. WAIT. "Research for and write a 10-page research paper and study for a Modern Art essay exam" day. Boo. I want to go back to bed. Or watch the America's Next Top Model marathon... I think the devil is tempting me. Sorry for the nonsensical blogging. I'm out.
What I Love About Finals Week. By Hae
1) The Crossword Puzzle Edition of the DN. (Campus newspaper)
2) Gleefully ripping up an entire semester's worth of notes upon completion of each final. (Please insert here picture of Crutchie in Newsies going ape-shit on the papes).
3) 101.9 fm. Christmas. All Day. 'Nuf said.
4) Finally getting some use out of that GIANT desk.
5) Completing all those pesky tasks that were put off all semester...if only to avoid textbooks and notes for seven more minutes.
6) Paying for EVERYTHING with NCard...because at this point, the bank account is registering somewhere in the low, LOW single digits.
7) Eating Subway or bagels every day because those are the only places that accept NCard (and Sbarro doesn't count).
8) Guiltless consumption of diet soda and coffee.
9) Sweatpants are OK. Unless hottie-good-smelling guy is attending the same final.
10) Seeing hours of the morning that were once thought an urban myth.
11)
www.addictinggames.com. (Today's favorite, probably Falling Bush).
12) Making plans contingent upon "if I get my studying done"....face it, it's not happening. Not today. Not Thursday. Not Friday.
13) A sleep schedule? What's that?
14) Getting your electricity disconnected, so you're forced to go to campus for light, warmth, a coffee maker and internet.
...and...
15) That inevitable countdown on everyone's facebook status/MSN personal message/myspace tagline. 3 down, 4 to go.
Holy Psychology, Batman!
I just ACED my cumulative Psych of Perception final! Not passed, we're talking all items correct, 100% stylee!
This is cause for celebration. But not until Saturday. Because I now must begin studying for my feminist class. "All men should rot in hell." Done.
Just kidding. I'm a liberal feminist. Not a femi-nazi. The end.
On the first day of finals week, my true love said to me...I am procrastina-ting.
BUT - this is DESERVED procrastination. Semi-deserved. I just finished reading all chapters for my Perception final...which I had planned to take tonight...now I'm shooting for tomorrow morning. Good enough. So here are some random facts you may have no desire to know, but I will tell you because I give not one grain of shit about the perception of flavor. And not in the sense of "Damn bitch, why you got to waste my flavah," OR "the flavor of love"... I'm talking, "scientific psychological bullshit" flavor...taste+olfaction=flavor.
*If you need me to take care of your plants while you're on vacation, you may want to reconsider. I have killed my cactus. Yes, a CACTUS. I blame it on Nebraska.
*Coffee shops should be "college-student-only" during finals week. Go away old hyena-laugh, seasonal-sweater-wearing, I'm-hip-because-I-buy-coffee-where-the-college-kids-go ladies from the office across the street. I'm trying to study.
*When the hell did DVDs cost $20 on SALE? Oops, that's not a fact. DVDs now cost $20 on SALE. There it is. Am I such a jaded bargain shopper that I've forgotten what paying full price entails? I think so.
*I only check my mail once a week. If that. It keeps my hopes in check.
That's all for tonight. Stay tuned for tomorrow's inevitable post. xx
Finals week.
My 2nd to last finals week ever. Can you hear me crying? Probably not. I have entirely too much to accomplish and study, yet I find myself sitting here watching The Princess Diaries. Because I'm awesome... Yeah.
This could be interesting.
I'm sure I'll be posting more later this week as procrastination hits me full force. I know the wait will be difficult, but try and keep your mind off it. Read a book. Or seven, Kristen.
Yay.
*Mr. Psych Prof realized he was in violation of the 15th Week Rule, and made our paper optional. yeah...I think I'll "opt" not to do it. "Thanks."
*I'm getting my dad the COOLEST christmas present ever. Tickets to the Eric Clapton concert in Kansas City! Shhh - don't tell him. Anyone want to go half-sies? (really - no idea if that's how you spell it). Ha.
*I have to give a presentation tomorrow. I'm not done researching yet. Poop.
*This is like a drama couch.
Sneaky bastard.
My clinical psych prof is manipulating the system. He just TODAY assigned us a paper that is "due" on Friday, but we may turn it in during finals week. Because it is against the code to make assignments due during finals if it's not on the syllabus from the beginning of the semester. BOLLOCKS! But. He did just cancel the exam scheduled for tomorrow night, and keep our final as an optional one that can't hurt your grade. That's nice. I think I'll just go and guess. Why not.
The next two weeks are scaring me. If I can survive until December 16th...I can survive anything. I hope. :)
