Four More Weeks

There has to be a pattern to my phases of sudden production tapering off into utter listlessness.  Last semester I was ahead in all my classes, or as ahead as I could get, managing to stumble across the finish line onto the Dean’s List and now this semester, with four weeks left, I’m limping behind struggling to catch up or, at least, catch my breath.

Damn you Spring with your eternal sunshine, happily chirping birds, and carefree butterflies, blossoming flowers wafting sweet smelling pollen through the air that all tempt with reckless abandon!


Ah…the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming. Spring is in the air! And I’m stuck inside, sitting on my bum, doing homework. Why did I choose to get an education? Ignorance really is bliss.

It’s almost over.  I just have to finish two term papers, speed read through my homework, cram for my tests, and sacrifice a small animal to the Finals Week gods.

Excuse me while I go find a goat.

Meanwhile, check out the pretty new blog layout.  I’m still not sure how I feel about this one, so please let me know your thoughts!  Also, check the writing tab up above on the menu bar, I threw a new piece of writing up under clips called: Photograph.  There’s other writing posted up there also if you haven’t taken a chance to read and don’t have anything better to do.  I always appreciate feedback, and someday, should I ever have the time, I may repay the favor.

And I should get back to my term paper.  Next post will be more substantial; either something on constructive criticism, or commonly given (yet really terrible) advice.

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