Last night was exhausting. I took my midterm (and drew an excited atom in the hopes of getting an extra credit point on my exam. I'm pretty sure it's not going to work, but a silly girl has to try!), and then we had to watch a documentary for lab, and then we had a class discussion (which wasn't as much a discussion as it was my professor just asking if we had any questions, then staring blankly at everyone. We didn't have questions. He went on staring. His head is like a fucking fishbowl, with two dead fish at the top. Those are his eyes, in case I didn't do a good job with the metaphor). I got out of class at nine, then met up with Tosh for a couple of drinks at Phantom Canyon. It was really good to see her. We're going to have a night out soon. I was already plum worn out when we met up, and I only stayed with her for an hour. I went home, planning on writing my essay that was due this morning, but instead, I played a five minute video on youtube and fell asleep about a nanosecond in. I wrote my paper this morning, bullshitting my way through it in an hour. I'm fairly sure I bullshitted effectively enough, and I'm still getting A's on all of my papers, so I must be doing something right (aside from, you know, actually dedicating time to my English homework. Which I need to do).
I have class in 55 minutes. I really don't want to go, but thems the breaks. After three hours of class, I have about an hour to relax at home, then Allen and I are going to go play tennis until I have to leave for tutoring at 3. Who knows how long I'll be doing that. But the good news is, I only have my write-up to do this weekend. Well, that and finding my article for my research project. Other than that, I'm free and clear.
Allen and I are planning on dedicating an entire weekend to a writing workshop. I'm so behind in writing for myself, and I have about five stories rattling around in my brain, plus my unfinished genre pieces. He submitted a piece of flash fiction to a writing prompt board he found, and I was so envious. I decided a solid weekend of writing was absolutely necessary.
I bought my ticket out to Alabama for Syb's graduation. Since I'll be out there for a week, I'm planning on driving down to Destin to visit the beach. I've been really missing the beach lately. I want to go take pictures and relax. I feel highly wound up. Amber says she's going to be meeting me there, and I hope she can manage it. I've missed her so, and I didn't really want to be in Alabama by myself. I find my mother's husband intolerable, and I wanted somebody to escape from that with. Who better than my very best friend in the world?
I have to go take a shower and get ready for school. I am dragging my feet. I really don't want to sit through class. Fucking balls.
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