Hallo--I've got so much reading to do for my midterm tomorrow that I've basically given up. It's nice, not caring so much. I just want at least a C on this midterm. Ah, how the expectations have fallen!
Conversations with people are supremely exhausting when all they do is talk about themselves. And don't you hate it when you have news, too, but they aren't asking and you're about ready to burst? It seems that whenever people don't have anything new going on, other people ask them what's going on in their lives. Or maybe that is just the case with me. Perhaps I ought to just start spewing my news out regardless of whether they ask or not.
It's been busy busy busy. Catching up on homework, studying for my midterms.. and groan, this coming week-end looks no better, with a monsterload of French to do. It appears, however, that my social life is revving up. Perfect timing, no?
Tee hee--apparently a boy in from my orientation that I've sort of kept in touch with thought I was the hottest one in his group. I think he's joking, but I gotta love him for trying. Don't worry, people, he's totally got a girlfriend he's wholeheartedly in love with. But the sentiment is nice.
Back to cramming.