Today Serene and I frolicked around the Mall of America (because we are bourgeoisie assholes) to look to a dress for an upcoming recital. I found a great one that looks like its from West Side Story or something. Rockin'! I also bough a purse because Adam wasn't there to stop me.
This weekend my procrastination is really going to catch up with me. I have to analyze the form of Beethoven's Op. 49, write a paper about Mozart's Don Giovanni as "the archetypal philanderer", go see a play, AND work like 15 hours. Plus, I should probably go to the gym. Sweet Jesus, when will the pain end?
This weekend my procrastination is really going to catch up with me. I have to analyze the form of Beethoven's Op. 49, write a paper about Mozart's Don Giovanni as "the archetypal philanderer", go see a play, AND work like 15 hours. Plus, I should probably go to the gym. Sweet Jesus, when will the pain end?
edc:
Work out early in the morning, not first thing in the morning when the old people who get up at like 3:00am are there. If you work out in the morning the people who worked all day are not there stinking the place up. And you get to meet all the married women who's husbands neglect them.
nikki_darling:
Dayum. I spose cloning yourself to divvy up the taskage is not really an option.
