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The problem with packing everything up and cleaning out one's room is that there's no food left for late-light snacks, for people--namely me--who get hungry while studying in the middle of the night.
Which is silly, actually, because I ate a really good dinner at home at eight o'clock. Bloody metabolism. Screw the freshman fifteen; it's a wonder I gained any weight at all.

I have, however, written an excellent answer to the art question I was puzzling over. Now I just have to decide which one I want to talk about...

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So even though I got a phone call from Jo at 11:10 saying it was my exam time and where was I (so sue me, I thought it was at 11:40!), I still got there and kicked some ass. Well, you know--metaphorically and all. Okay, so I wasn't utterly perfect, but I still think I did a good job--I answered all the questions and I didn't stumble or forget things (the close textual analysis went all right I think, though I never know if Bullon's nodding and m-hmming because I'm saying good things, or because she just...is), and Schulz had to cut me off on both my questions (hell, I got to ramble about Vasari's periodizations, do you really think I'm running out of things to say? Hah), and was awfully pleased I used specific works to describe them (I thought that was the idea...but, sure).

So. There we are. Year one of Honors done and gone, and I think done pretty damn well.


I have physics tomorrow...but I'm not worried at all. Buahaha! Kai and I are meeting to study...but the last time we met to study we didn't actually get much done in terms of studying. So, you know, a chat session for an hour. Sounds good to me. Hehe.

And I wanted to take a picture of me all dressed up for finals (cause I'm weird like that)...but the camera is dead. PAH, I say. PAH.