Wednesday November 28, 2001
Done
I'm done with the paper, the game, the presentation. Breathe, Drina, breathe. All I have left is my neuroscience test and my art thingie due tomorrow, then it's sleep heaven. I will never, ever, ever procrastinate on big assignments and papers ever again. Ever, ever ever again. I know I say that all the time, but this time I mean it. Or, until next semester, when I'll probably be in this same situation. Oh the taste of freedom from deadlines, it's so sweet. Like Malley's chocolate.
It started to snow today. I love it! I love snow, I love the first big snow in Cleveland, when everything is still white and not slushy. Eventually i turns brown, and that's not cute, but the first snow always looks like the mini village figurines that shops sell for Christmas... I can't wait for Christmas. My will not get it, but I still want it list:
a half blue, half green VW bug
a roll of unprimed canvas
the mxpx t-shirt I saw at Hot Topic
black & pink flame jammi pants
everybody to like what I bought them
a clue as to what I should do with my life
Josh Hartnet under the tree
a new scanner to replace my broken piece of crap one
These are all my selfish items. I could do without them. What I really want is for this whole Afghanistan situation to be over with. I want people to stop bombing each other. I want my cousin home safe from the Navy. I want to go to bed at night knowing that the world won't explode the next day. I guess I'll have to wait a while for all that.
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