April 2010
Summary of my week:
CHAOS.
No time to breath until tomorrow at noon. And then… about twelve hours of relaxing until…. FINALS.
Still, I’m lookin’ forward to spring blowout tomorrow.
Yeah Friday!
I’ve got this paper hanging over my head, but I am determined to have fun tonight and leave the paper to tomorrow and Sunday.
Remainder of the night will involve attempting to cook without water, since ours is currently out of order, getting all prettied up for King and Queens, and dancing the night away with my best friends. Can it get much better? Not really.
I can’t wait!
In Mexico, artists can pay their taxes with artwork →
usatoday.com
(via hydeordie)
If I were an artist, there is no way in hell that I would agree to spending my valuable time and effort to create pieces of artwork for the so-called cultural good of the country. Obviously you don’t have to agree to do this - it’s not like all artists are forced to give up their work to the Mexican government. Nonetheless, the fact that such a concept exists seems wrong to me.
My brain is melting. I must run to a discussion meeting… now. I have a test tomorrow that I am unprepared for. I need to write another draft of a paper… tonight.
On the bright side: King and Queens tomorrow! And I love Two Door Cinema Club! Andddd summer is almost here!
Except I almost don’t want summer to be here. I’m going to miss it here.
Good morning!
Starting the day off with tea, Two Door Cinema Club, and feeling pretty. Good start, methinks.
It’s going to be a productive day. I’m going to force it to be, at least.
Meeting with Prof. Potkay so I don’t fail this next paper, Philosophy, attempting to find food in my house for lunch, off to Psych, pray we get out early, run to orchestra, play some stravinsky and rachmaninoff, run to Lab, pray that doesn’t go late, meeting for group discussion, write paper until I die.
This week is just toooooo busy.
I hate finishing novels. I make friends with the characters, share their experiences, and root them on. Then the book ends and they stop talking to me.
(via fuckyeahreading, dreamtastic,likeancientbruises)
That’s when you just read the book again, silly.
Blah.
I am exhausted from my late nights this weekend, may have heartburn issues, and am struggling desperately with a damn sonnet analysis.
But this weekend was lovely. Being outside and listening to music, taking drives, eating pints of ice cream, spending time with the girls, celebrating with the boy at brunch, getting flowers. Lovely!
