| Finals are over. Commencing sleep countdown....
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| Christmas shopping done, now four finals to go. I haven't really begun to study yet. It's going to be a delightful weekend. But really, life can't be too bad. I am officially an Art History/French double major. I'm sitting outside my class, listening to Christmas bells jingle and waiting for the holiday episode of The Office to load. Not too bad. Could I be studying? Of course not. It's clearly too cold to study. |
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| “ I am sending you postcards from a place where I am not.
We’re not tourists, we’re travelers
A tourist is someone who thinks about going home the moment they arrive
Whereas a traveler might not come back at all.”
Paul Bowles The Sheltering Sky
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| Things I would do before writing my essay:
listen to Miley Cyrus go to work get a shot clean the bathroom watch episodes of The Office i've seen a million times before study other things
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| I've reached the point where I can not possibly be motivated any more. It's a struggle to even get out of bed. With two tests, a quiz and beucoup de reading for this week...this could not have come at a more inopportune time. I could dedicate all day today to doing all those things. But sleeping sounds so much better. Or reading what I want to read. It's a perfect day for just doing nothing...in the best way. Cold, misty and gray. I spend too much time thinking of what I would be doing, of what I want to do... and not enough time doing. What's worse is that while I'm dreaming of all those things, what actually needs to be done is left undone.
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