Only a week left before my trip. Going to visit a special someone who rocks my socks off. I still have so much to do.
Of course, the most important thing is the Christmas shopping. Family comes first. I still need gifts for my older sister, my brother, Zena, and my mother.
Then I have a bunch of little things to do, like polish my boots and get new laces, purchase some Moxie for my trip, dance the robot to the Faint, clean my room (it's in that lovely post finals state in which all my binders have managed to break at the most inconvenient moment possible and I'm too brain dead to care), burn a mixed cd, make peace with certain people from my past, then rob their graves, that sort of thing.
I got my hair cut last night. Nothing drastic, just my usual psychopomp.
I have my last final tonight. Its for sign language. I found out on Tuesday that I dont actually need the foreign language credit, that it had been grandfathered in my degree program. In lieu of this new information, I am foregoing a cram session, opting instead to go see The Two Towers.
I also learned that I only have six courses left to take before I graduate, which means, assuming my trick-ass school gets off its ass and has someone teaching "Texts and Meanings" next fall, I will graduate in December. Mind you, "Texts and Meanings" is a required part of my degree, but it hasn't been offered since 1999. There is a collection of Arts and Humanities majors who have been in a state of graduation limbo for three years now.
Of course, the most important thing is the Christmas shopping. Family comes first. I still need gifts for my older sister, my brother, Zena, and my mother.
Then I have a bunch of little things to do, like polish my boots and get new laces, purchase some Moxie for my trip, dance the robot to the Faint, clean my room (it's in that lovely post finals state in which all my binders have managed to break at the most inconvenient moment possible and I'm too brain dead to care), burn a mixed cd, make peace with certain people from my past, then rob their graves, that sort of thing.
I got my hair cut last night. Nothing drastic, just my usual psychopomp.
I have my last final tonight. Its for sign language. I found out on Tuesday that I dont actually need the foreign language credit, that it had been grandfathered in my degree program. In lieu of this new information, I am foregoing a cram session, opting instead to go see The Two Towers.
I also learned that I only have six courses left to take before I graduate, which means, assuming my trick-ass school gets off its ass and has someone teaching "Texts and Meanings" next fall, I will graduate in December. Mind you, "Texts and Meanings" is a required part of my degree, but it hasn't been offered since 1999. There is a collection of Arts and Humanities majors who have been in a state of graduation limbo for three years now.