I'm slowly falling apart this week. Must. gather. strength...to...go...on.
I wrote 7 pages of my paper today in 4 hours. That's good for me considering that it usually takes me an hour a page (I'm annoyingly thorough).
These finals are killing me. No, wait. They're slaughtering me. I'm not quite sure how and why I'm typing right now. I've been staring at flashcards tonight for over 4 hours now and they're starting to do little dances in my head. So this is what it's like it go crazy...hmmm.
I just have a little more to go, and I will be free for the summer to do yoga (why the hell not?) and bum around at the beach. You know, get rid of my white-girl-ness and such.
Alllllllllmost done. I can almost taste it.
