Listening to:
happy songs.

I spent all morning not studying, because who studies, right? Instead I read about ghost stories (because of this week's Tomato Nation article), and then read about ghost photography. Yes, that's right. Photographs. With ghosts in them. So creepy. So stupid, I know, the website even said they were mostly hoaxes, but they creeped me out. Especially the one I found of the Greewich ghost, a creepy picture of a staircase with a woman in a cloak crouched down and crawling up the stairs. I keep thinking, if a ghost crawled up the stairs in my house, the first room she'd get to would be mine.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

But okay, yes, I realize that there is nothing to be afraid of. I know that being afraid of nonexistant things is silly, and I'm trying to move past my fear. Unfortunately, the only way I can think to completely eliminate this fear is to make myself some hot chocolate laced with rum. And I'm out of rum. So.

I would like to say that this past week (and a bit) has been completely filled with studying and learning and making notes and reviewing and generally getting smarter, but the sad truth is that every morning, I watch at least one episode of Dawson's Creek before I can get out of my jammies. Then, I spend most of the morning on the computer doing nothing at all productive, and the afternoons and evenings are dedicated to reading textbooks in one of the two Tim Horton'ses or the Sleepless Goat (a lovely little hippie joint down Princess that makes the best greek pasta salad I've ever tasted -- unfortunately, it's chilly in there and the hot chocolate is grossly over-priced, hence the trips to Timmy's). My last exam in on Thursday, for which I have done about 300 pages of readings in the past few days, and for which I still have to read 75 pages and review my notes several times. Ah, quelle joie.

To sum up, then, and to add a little more that I haven't already mentioned, my exam is Thursday (Russian History will, undoubtedly, kick my ass), Thursday night I'm going out to party with Chel (and possibly Friday night, too), and Friday will be spent packing and cleaning, cleaning and packing, follwed by the joy that is a Saturday moving day. And then, home, where I will have to find a job because I am a huge slacker but I need money if I want to go to Paris for a weekend next year. My life is so much fun.

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