Another slow day. Not a whole lot to tell ya. I found a really good Faberry fanfiction that I’ve been reading instead of writing my papers. I know... When I start complaining about making deadlines, you’re all excused from pitying me or even trying to cheer me up. In fact, I give you all permission to point and laugh at me. I mean... I’m actually doing research... I’m furthering my reading on the nature of unlikely homosexual relationships between... yeah I’ve got nothing. Laugh away.
Class today was a bit... uh... I don’t want to say pointless, but less learning intensive than usual? I didn’t come out of Islamic Civ with nearly as many notes as usual. Psychology only lasted an hour when normally it’s at least two. It’s the last week of classes. I guess everyone’s just worn out. Not that I’m any different. I’m pretty over school at this point. I spent several hours yesterday in my chair, reading, FOR PLEASURE! Unheard of during school! Only an hour and a half left of class. And apparently that will be cut short as well.
In order to celebrate, because being mostly conscious at this point in the year merits celebration, Jenny and I decided to go out for ice cream! Because we’re that cool. By the time we got there, Jenny had pretty much convinced me that an Orange Julius (I had fun imagining the plural of Julius) would be better. I must admit, the Julius did taste much better than the ice cream I’d planned on buying. We then chit chatted on the way home.
Tomorrow I have to order yet another criminal reference check, pay some fees, maybe pop in to visit my unnamed prof. I’m not looking forward to paying for yet another criminal reference check. I AM NOT A CROOK! It’s getting ridiculous. Though I must admit, it is comforting to know that not just anyone can walk into a school and be around children. Other than that, I really should start writing one of those damn papers. I know that once I start it will be nothing to finish them... why must I procrastinate? For instance, I’m currently watching Behind Enemy Lines with my dad. Veronica got it for me for Christmas. That girl is slowly but significantly increasing my movie collection. Not that I mind in the least. Although it does make me leery about buying her movies...
Maybe tomorrow there’ll be an episode of Grey’s I can complain about.