About suffering they were never wrong, the Old Masters.

Hard to believe it's been a whole year. Where does the time go?

In love.

Blogging study break with shepstep. Aiming to make her watch this and you should too. I think I have watched this thing ten times already and I can't stop laughing at it. TAKE A STUDY BREAK OF AMAZEMENT.

I'm starting to wig out (academically). I feel like I'm not going to make it this semester...actually, I feel like I will make it, but that the results will be very sub-par and below my potential. Sitting and thinking about all I have to do...I feel time slurping away down a drain. A drain clogged with shitty essays. Or something. I can't even come up with good metaphors anymore.

To tell the truth, each time I try and make a metaphor for however I'm feeling on the blogosphere, I almost always go back to how much we made fun of Katie for saying Brian was the "pause button on the tivo of life," and I think that's what people will think of me. Because, c'mon. That was ridiculous. And so is saying life is slipping down a drain. Even if it is...and it's a drain clogged with potentially shitty essays.

I just...at this point in the semester, I start to burn out. I don't want to write responses anymore, especially in classes where it seems we've covering the same material and the same themes over and over again. I don't want to deal with Mom and Dad and all the medical bill paying through me because they're too immature to do it themselves. I mostly just want to cuddle up with John and talk about cats. And Islam. And also eggs. Oh, he is so beautiful.

I've kind of forgotten what it's like to be this boy crazy. Freshman year seems like light years away...sophomore year seems like a bad dream. JUNIOR YEAR IS ROCKING.