Studying bores me. I'm more entertained by my birds hanging on a clothes hanger from the ceiling than I am with Interpersonal Communications 1700. I'm more entertained with the idea of that last twinkie I have in the kitchen cuboard than I am about Soc. 2000. And I'm way more interested in anything that has nothing to do with Microbiology. I can't wait for Thursday night. So many non-school things to do.
The sky has been shitting snow out since Thanksgiving. Geez, I'm tired of the bottoms of my jeans getting soaked walking to class. Then I get this annoying white stain at the top of the damp spot that I'm pretty sure has something to do with the salt they sometimes put on the sidewalks. And there were a lot of people outside my place last night until the wee-wee hours of the morning, and it was then that I truly discovered that drunk people really aren't aware of anything--mostly sub-degree temperatures.
Kate's dinner 'party' was enjoyable on most levels, though not all. I'm not going to dwell on the bad stuff though, because to be honest, I've grown tired of allowing it to hurt me. That was a big step for me. In fact, it's been a step I've been working on taking for about two months now, and I finally felt my foot hit the ground again. I'm growing up and learning when to abandon ship. Learning when to see that the costs are out-weighing the rewards. But as I said, enough about that.
Overall it's been a good weekend. This week will be over in the blink of an eye, and I sit here now and wonder where this semester went. I feel like it just started.
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