I should really stop trying. Everything I do gets me nowhere. Are you even listening? Do you even know? Do you even care? Why do I bother?
I chose my room today for next year. Dickinson 201! It's the last dorm room I will live in during my undergraduate career. Woo!
Libby went to Minnesota; Emily is off campus. Bummerz. My two biddies are gone. The others slowly just drift away, around, in and out. Or some are just quick to judge. Either way, lonesome ville here i izz. I should be doing work anyways haha.
On Saturday I'm presenting at a Sociology conference and I haven't put my presentation together. I should hop on that. I also have a stupid astro lab presentation on Monday and I have to put my thesis somewhat in order and email a shit ton of people. Yes, I should be doing that. And yet, all I want to do is sleep. And have sex and/or masturbate. And sleep. And have sex. And sleep. And sleep again.
16 days and the semester is over. Thank god. Once I have this telescope presentation done and all my sociology stuff put together, all I have for finals is a presentation and a long paper for AMS and a 5 to 8 pager for English. Not too bad.
PS. Skinny Love is on repeat. I can't get sick of this shit. When Bon Iver sings it like touches my guts. OMGHEGETSME!@!@!@! hahah jk.
K. I should do something with my life tonight. Bye.
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