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It seems like my week has vanished faster then I could follow it. I feel like I've gotten nothing I wanted to done. But then, I suppose I have. For the first time in my life, writing a paper was difficult. Literally, my every waking moment seemed to be about this PoliSci paper. But it's complete now. I dyed my hair a dark brown the other day. I just decided it needed to be done. It's amazing how it changes my outlook. It's like getting a totally new outlook on everything. It does make me wonder what will happen when I have to get it bleached blonde in May. I got the cutest voicemail. See, Leslie rules. And she's coming to visit me, way up here in the land of Canada. Now really, how many of you fly internationally to see people? That's what I thought. Of random, I bought myself a Western sweatshirt today. I've really wanted one for a while. It's lovely and blue, with that nice nubby new sweatshirt inside. I want to sleep in it. I'm in that horribly sick phase where I'm not so much ill, as just ill sounding. I feel fine, except for this harsh cough. It's ridiculous that we can treat cancer, but not the 400 varieties of the common cold. Anyway, I need to sleep so I get up in time for Art, so I can make flash cards. Yeah, university is that grown up. |
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sick.