So guess how much work I got done last night?

That's right. Zero. I could look at this as a negative thing, or I could look at it as a blessing; one day, when I have some kind of high-power job and my boss dumps two extra projects on me a few days before the deadline, I'll know what to do.

And just what is that? Well, I'd love to go into it, but I'm not sure who reads my journal.

On a similar note, I'd also love to go into something that's annoying the hell out of me, but I went through enough drama last year not to write specifics.

Sadly, this is actually reminding me of a theory from Theories of Democracy class: we do sort of have free will, but there are so many outside considerations, so many societal pressures, etc., that our behaviors are regulated nonetheless. This is perfectly exemplified by the fact that even though it's my blog, insert "no one can tell me what to write!" rant here, there would be so many bad consequences that I'm essentially prevented from writing what I want anyway.

So, if anyone takes Peach's class next year, there's an example you can use in the class discussion.

My Justice prof emailed me back and told me that I couldn't move the date of my exam; in other words, even though every other exam falls during "study week" and I could be home by Friday, I have to stay for the entire weekend just to take a freshman-level exam, and my parents can't pick me up on their way back from NH. Eh, it could be worse, I guess. I'll have some extra study time, and I'll be able to study with Ash instead of working on my own.

I'm expecting finals week to be a very creative time, because I have a tendency to have tons of plot ideas when I should be doing something else. When I was writing my US Foreign Policy paper on Wednesday night, I also wrote an excerpt that has become one of my two favorite sections of Guardian. So, although finals week will no doubt be filled with horrible angst and insomnia, at least I'll get something important done...

...And speaking of getting something done, I need to get to that Macro reading, and then to that Macro paper writing, and then to that Theories of Democracy reading, and then to that Theories of Democracy paper writing, and then to that Spanish presentation writing/practicing...

You know what gets me through this? The promise that, very soon, I will be in Avon.

I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy...happy

I wish you were here

I lay my head onto the sand
The sky resembles a backlit canopy
With holes punched in it
I'm counting UFOs
I signal them with my lighter
And in this moment I am happy...happy

I wish you were here