And I'm not going to write any more about it.
I have 33 minutes before I have to be somewhere and I just reached a stopping point in my intercultural experience paper. Obviously, I can't just pick up and start working on it again with only 33 minutes left. What to do with the awkward leftover time? AHA!
This week has been strange and out-of-sync. Monday felt like Friday. Tuesday felt like Monday. Wednesday felt like Friday. Thursday felt like Tuesday. And Friday felt like...um...Friday. Anyway.
It's time to get in the Christmas spirit and I'm working on it slowly but surely. No, not surely. Just kind of. And slowly. Snow would help.
I FINISHED DEWEY ON MONDAY. <--Biggest accomplishment of the week.
That means that on Tuesday, I spent the entire evening reading The Last Song, or as I call it, One of the Cheesiest Books I've Ever Read But Couldn't Stop Reading. Nicholas Sparks words his sentences in a way that annoys me and includes phrases such as "wouldn't trade this for the world" and "loved more than life itself". Ho boy. This is why I would rather write children's books. Then I can include phrases such as "SUPER AWESOME" and "the moose soared twenty feet in the air" and "then Fuzzymunch bought a cool pirate hook and said 'Argh! I be Cap'n Munch!" <--sounds like Cap'n Crunch.
Speaking of pirate hook, last night I went to a party for the Andreas building leaders. Guess what I got in the white elephant gift exchange. And guess who didn't win the sweater contest. (It's ok. Really. Ila deserved it. Really.)
After the party, I went to The Blink and spent 2/3 of my Blink money. 5 bottled drinks, 10 packs of poptarts, 2 twix bars, 2 bags of trail mix, 3 special k bars, and 3 bags of sun chips. I'm almost all stocked up for finals.
Now I have a 15-page paper due on Tuesday that I just started on today. That's because, when I'm a big girl teacher one day, I'm going to have to know how to be prepared for everything in advance.
My roommate's gone this weekend, but I'm handling it better than usual. Why is this? Because I have a 15-page paper to write, her bed makes a convenient shelf, and I can play really loud Christmas music in the morning. (Hard at work on my Christmas spirit!)
In fact, I think I've found my defining song of the season: Santa Baby. I'd like the deed to a platinum mine, a yacht, maybe a ring (and I don't mean on the phone)....
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