Writing 12 papers in 3 months at first just seemed absurd. I looked at my schedule with a knot in the bit of my stomach, knowing that nothing good could come of this arrangement; being the master of procrastination and the closest thing to ADD without ACTUALLY receiving a formal diagnosis, dedication and hard work is hard to come by.
If nothing else, i'm guaranteed to go away from this semester with less sleep and sore but fit fingers.
Life continues to flip flop, zigzag and spin out of control.
Upon returning from Thanksgiving with family #2, one of my Best Friends announced her engagement! Actually, it was less of an announcement and more of a *squeal* and *smack* (me jumping on her and falling to the ground). None-the-less, there are now 3 wedding magazines scattered throughout our apartment!
The topic of colours, dresses, guests and food seem to materialize out of the most boring conversations. Readings and papers are forgotten for discussions on the Perfect Date (which is no help in the extensive-amount-of-papers department)
~It is no question how our house got the name The Asylum~
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