*le sigh* of annoyance.

Well, it's done. And that's not because it's finished; it's because I've written everything I can tonight and it's due tomorrow morning and I'm beginning to become incoherent. It's definetely not one of my better papers. I think, with this class, I'm simply going to have to deal with that. If I were any less tired, I'd be aggravated, because there are few things I hate less than doing subpar on a paper I know I could do better on. Especially because I have little flashes of insight and really interesting comments and if I had another week (and nothing else to do), I could probably write two papers. So I'm kind of annoyed with myself, for not starting sooner, I suppose. I do make the excuse that I was doing other homework--and that's a damn good excuse, because I was--but I could have made time.
Next quarter I am going to love all my classes, do all my homework on time, and start projects and papers early, not because I have to, but because I want to.
I still have two chapters of history to read, as well. *sigh* But I'm going to bed to do it. I can't take it anymore.

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It's amazing what sleep (even if it is less than usual), a hot shower, and a library can do for my mood. Ehehe. I just had my OA interview, in which they asked lots of expected questions, and also "describe yourself in four words," which for some reason was incredibly difficult. I said curious, that was a big one. I didn't say stubborn though. I should have said stubborn. :D

I have to go find books for history now. Booyah for St. Balthild NOT being polarized, haha. And Boooo to the circ desk for not letting me take my book. I don't care if it's under my prof's name! She saved it for meeeee. *egotistical pout*

I miss everybody, a lot, and I want major Bathhouse hugs. Hey. Anyone up for a movie this Sunday?

ETA: I realized that this post is exactly 12 hours and one minute after my last one. For some reason, this amuses me terrifically.

Also, next year I am going to watch the Oscars the whole way through, dammit. It's my concession to material culture. *grin*

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I don't usually post lyrics. But these were so...true that I had to. I'm not missing summer with a horrible ache, as I sometimes do--but oh, I do miss the feeling....

( ...when summer comes... )