I guess I should write in this since I have this.

PEOPLES, I AM FINISHED WITH MY HELLISH SEMESTER!
I wrote a ~4100 word paper in less than one day.
How ridiculous.

So now that I have a whole lot of "free time", I have been scheduled to work 6 out of the next 8 days. WHAT LE FUCK. :( Well, no, that's a lie, I worked one of the 6 days today, but whatever. Ew. Tonight I took the subway home and dreamed up all of the nice things I would do when I got home: I would cook a good homemade meal, I would clean my place up, I would do some painting, and all sorts of nice things.

In reality, I am so exhausted (due to pulling an all-nighter Thursday night... what was I thinking?!) that I just got into bed when I got home around 7-something, and have just mustered up the energy to make myself some dinner (eggs and a bagel, not really the nice homecooked meal I envisioned). I want to be in bed in an hour. What the hell, what happened to my night?! Is this what it's like to be an adult? That's no fun.

Also, this song I'm listening to (Pavlov's Daughter by Regina Spektor) is AMAZING. I love her old music. It's so weird, and yet so awesome.