Boredom

Aaaah.....no homework, no tests, no schedule, no stress, no life....

I hate unstructured time. I wish I had a job, or deadlines, or a purpose, or something.

I'm done with my free-time-ness. I want a break where I have things to do, places to go, people to see. A purpose. A life. But alas, I have all this free time, and nothing to do with it. I wish I could transfer this time to next semester.

Update: Nearly done

Two classes done. Three to go.

Sweet salvation is near

And the end is nigh at hand.

Calculus study party hardcore fantasticness!!!

The End

Three weeks.

Three weeks.

Three weeks.

Thank goodness.

Goals

New Goals:

1. Go to swing dancing and Ballroom dancing every Wednesday and Friday night. Become good. Impress my friends.

2. Look forward to Fridays.

3. Push myself to get better in running.

4. Have better leg muscles than Aurora.

5. Learn to skateboard.

6. Learn to play blues-type guitar with my new SLIDE.

7. Survive the last two weeks of school.

8. Exercise and diet myself to a sexy body.

9. Read a good book all the way through.

10. Make an effort to go to bed at a reasonable time for the next two weeks.

Stupid Fridays.

'Nuff said.

A Cool Poem

This poem was in one of the readings for my class:

Time can conquer
Love's unkindness
Love can alter
Time's disgrace

Thomas Campion

Beautifulness.

My text won't stop being slanty.

A Message to Myself

People are important. People are worth your time.

Thank you, my roommate, for helping me to realize this.

Chloe is a selfish rear-end. And she will change. Because she doesn't want to become too "self-interested". (Hahaha.)

And if she fails to remember this, she will be judged most harshly for wasting her potential.