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The past two days have been filled with studying for philosophy. I am now convinced that I am ready for tomorrow's exam.
Yesterday, Chel, Julienne and I met Pia for breakfast at Ban Reigh, then headed for Douglas Library to cover Plato and Descartes. I made it through Plato before Chelsea got bored and insisted that we go to the lake to study. So we went, but we didn't actually manage to get anything done once there. I tried reading my notes, but Chel fell asleep for a bit on the grass, then we walked along the coast for a bit, then back to res for a nap before dinner. We were out there maybe two hours, and in that time, I managed to get a mild sunburn. I swear to god, my skin cannot protect itself. I burn so easily, and so quickly, that I'm starting to wonder how on earth I used to make it through entire summers with only a minimal daily application of sunscreen. Maybe I've become soft. Maybe I went under some sort of mutation that has made my skin paper thin. I don't know. But I'm never going outside for longer than five minutes again.
So we had dinner, then decided to meet up to confer about Descartes after I met with my housemates at 9. Unfortunately our meeting (in which we discussed utilities and furniture, and during which I found out that I was in charge of cable and internet) ran long, due to the fact that we had a mini-party for Marta afterwards, seeing as how it was her 20th birthday. I think. Maybe she was only 19. I have no idea. No, she must have been 20. Otherwise, how did she get into Tir Nan Og? Yes, she's 20. Yes. So I didn't meet with Chelsea afterwards, but instead joked with my housemates for a bit, then went outside to watch Paddy play with fire (you know those street performers who twirl fire around on chains? Yeah, he and some other (cute) guy were doing that. It was fun and scary), then had cake with Morris Ground. Then I went home and went to bed.
This morning, I was jarred from my blissful sleep at the ungodly hour of 7:30 by my phone. Who calls anyone at 7:30? Really? Who does that? And who calls a University student at 7:30? I mean, that's just doubly stupid. What is the likelihood that anyone on campus, much less one such as me, is awake? Needless to say, I was very confused by my call, and Ni, my sweet, poor, little confused and ignorant Ni, only confused me more. She called to ask me whether I wanted to go see Dashboard Confessional with her on the 3rd. Unfortunately, my brain doesn't work for at least twenty minutes after I wake up, so I couldn't think of who that was. I think I said yes, though, so there you go. I'm going to see them (them? him?) on the 3rd with Ni now, and I only know three songs. But everyone else I've told about this has been wildly jealous of me, so I hope it's going to be good. Meh. Whatever. I just wanted to get back to my sweet, soft pillow.
Then around 10:30, I met with Chelsea and Pia for breakfast, then went back to res to study Nietzsche and Grant. And I studied. And studied. And studied. Then I slacked off a bit, then I studied some more. Then I went for lunch, then I studied, then we met for dinner (mmmmquiche...) then studied, then Chel came over and we studied, then we watched Gilmour Girls and studied during the commercials, then she left and I studied a bit more. I did a lot of studying today. But now I'm ready for tomorrow, after I look over my notes one last time over breakfast. It's going to be alright. I can totally do well on this exam. I am a philosophical genius.
But I am a tired philosophical genius. I am going to bed. Nighty night!
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