I am a mere 13ish hours away from being done with finals week. All that stands between me and finishing this semester is an essay I have to write at my 8:00 a.m. final tomorrow morning. I just turned in my Linguistics essays, I took my stupid Mass Media test this morning, and I am burning all notes and the book related to that stupid class in a couple hours. I'm looking forward to that.
The only boxes I have unfilled in on my to do list centers around my Chicago Semester application that I have put on the wayside for the other stuff I've had to do. Now it's staring me down, trying to make me finish it. I don't really want to. Obviously I want it to be done, but I don't want to do it.
Excuse me, I have to wake up Isaiah, he's sleeping on the table next to me. . . He just swore at me. The nerve. His arms are tingly. Quite funny.
My final fall semester at college is coming to a close. Scary. I'm not really ready for this. Can I just put off growing up for as long as possible? No, probably not.
And the worst part is, I'm trying to figure out summer plans along with all these future plans that seem to think they are important to figure out. That sucks.
So many things ending. Or beginning. I'm sure they are beginning, but right now they feel like they're ending. I don't like that feeling. I'll have to get over it.
I need to stop writing angst ridden posts. I feel like a 14 year old girl. . .
Until next time.
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