[five days]

I feel suprisingly good for a girl who has henious amounts of studying to do and will then die a miserable academic death two days in a row. *le sigh* That headache is still hanging about but less than before, which is good. Hopefully I can kill it before Wednesday; I refuse to be coherent and sensible with a headache.

I have a terrible desire to put on large black boots and go terrorize the denizens of downtown, no matter that it's the middle of the day. I want my sisters back. I want to pull a Cheesecake!Lia and do something awful with fire while cackling horribly.
...I think it's a symptom of too much schoolwork...

( to do list )

In other news the tree outside our window has burst into spring with bright green leaves everywhere, which is fabulously happy.

ETA: Seattle Times' horoscopes says: "Remain aloof from petty squabbles and power plays. Maintain optimism and rely on intuition to tread a carefree path of soft clouds when others struggle along on the hard cold ground."
So...does that mean I can just wing it on my finals and my optimism will carry me through? Or that I should take drugs? :D

Squirrel Burning, 2005

A medley of Photographs, for those who were unable to attend the Burning of the Squirrel. Photos stolen from Chris (thanks Chris!).

A lot of photos. I mean that. A LOT. *evil grin*

( squirrel burning )

Now 'tis time for Tacitus and Jordanes and Gregory of Tours...

ranting...

Dead. Dead dead dead dead dead. Why is it that the closer I get to a deadline, the more I panic internally, and the less I actually do? It's so hard to get myself to do anything. I can't concentrate on the page. I can't seek out the answers I don't see in front of me, and I'm beginning not to care, and I hate that, I really do, but I'm too tired to fix it now.
I have to finish the questions, lest I screw my study group over--which I refuse to do, since I'm relying on them for the other eight--but oh, I am so tired...
I think I'm going to bed. I'll work on studying in the morning. After all, I have all day tomorrow to study before I die on Wednesday afternoon; and then the evening and next morning before I die again on Thursday.

Oh, I loathe finals week...