There are totally only two weeks left of term left. This is Strange. It went Fast. I like Capitals.
But seriously, folks.
And I mean two weeks to the full extent of the day: I have my chemistry final on the morning of the 11th (that last Friday). And then my own formal party the day after. I'm not quite counting the days yet, but when things like gas chromatography stop peeking over my shoulder, I will be a happy lad.
Anyway, as of right now I have:
(*) Two biology exams and two chemistry exams left. In two weeks. Agility required.
(*) The cutest lab partner. I mean, like, ever. Hi, I am indeed twelve.
(*) Three Christmas parties planned, incl. one directly after my last final.
(*) to figure out where my Christmas tree is going to go. My desk may heading to the garage for the holidays.
(*) too many people to call. I promised I'd call them over Thanksgiving, and then didn't. School. I love it, I love them, but bullshitting on the phone doesn't win in this world of mine.
(*) to send poetry out again.
(*) to figure out how I'm either going to tutor a woman on the side in algebra these last two week or not.
(*) a study session to organize on Tuesday between chemistry lecture lab (till 12:15) and recitation/lab (starting at 6) that also lets me have at least two hours in between there. People are just going to have to learn on their own, dammit.
(*) a happy. It snowed today! A little, anyway.
(*) no alcohol. Well, that I own, anyway. Everything of mine is at Amanda's, following a great night two weeks ago. There were spoons. Not spooning, mind, but spoons, surrounding a rather drunk person, to the delight of the not-so-drunkies.
(*) to go to bed. No, really, I have to go to the computer lab in the morning and start manipulating the chromatography data that's looking over my shoulder. Le petit bastard.
But seriously, folks.
And I mean two weeks to the full extent of the day: I have my chemistry final on the morning of the 11th (that last Friday). And then my own formal party the day after. I'm not quite counting the days yet, but when things like gas chromatography stop peeking over my shoulder, I will be a happy lad.
Anyway, as of right now I have:
(*) Two biology exams and two chemistry exams left. In two weeks. Agility required.
(*) The cutest lab partner. I mean, like, ever. Hi, I am indeed twelve.
(*) Three Christmas parties planned, incl. one directly after my last final.
(*) to figure out where my Christmas tree is going to go. My desk may heading to the garage for the holidays.
(*) too many people to call. I promised I'd call them over Thanksgiving, and then didn't. School. I love it, I love them, but bullshitting on the phone doesn't win in this world of mine.
(*) to send poetry out again.
(*) to figure out how I'm either going to tutor a woman on the side in algebra these last two week or not.
(*) a study session to organize on Tuesday between chemistry lecture lab (till 12:15) and recitation/lab (starting at 6) that also lets me have at least two hours in between there. People are just going to have to learn on their own, dammit.
(*) a happy. It snowed today! A little, anyway.
(*) no alcohol. Well, that I own, anyway. Everything of mine is at Amanda's, following a great night two weeks ago. There were spoons. Not spooning, mind, but spoons, surrounding a rather drunk person, to the delight of the not-so-drunkies.
(*) to go to bed. No, really, I have to go to the computer lab in the morning and start manipulating the chromatography data that's looking over my shoulder. Le petit bastard.
