Sim simma... pass me the keys to my beamer

I'm scurrying along, for these last few weeks of precious sophomore year, as I head towards the finish line. Let me not be the hare relative to the tortoise. Let me be the hare relative to the starting line, at least! I've got to get going. I have an essay to write about why I want to go study abroad in Japan, and a mission to fax this and other important application documents out by tomorrow night, and then to mail the documents out because apparently it's not official enough if I fax the documents. Oh yeah, I guess it has to do with this signature business. Well, as my roommate would say in this situation, having finally understood it: "Good enough, I guess."

Yeah, I had a realization over spring break that I can go to Japan over the fall and not have to stay through January. If this were France, on the other hand, I would have to stay 'til maybe even the beginning of February. So I switched around my plans and decided to go Japan-Paris. I love telling people about all this when it isn't exactly set in stone. You can bank on Paris happening in the Spring (puisqu'it can't happen in the fall anymore because the deadline is well past) but Japan is making me shiver in my boots a little, since the program I'm applying to is rolling admission and they say they start getting a gajillion applications around this time. So eek! And other things.

I really want to talk about my sex life (e.g. speculate about it) but I don't think that'll go down very well, so I'ma ditch that topic. Next. Actually, I'll just say that I'm excited about it, if you want to further inquire (unlikely).

I took out like 10 CDs from the music library, which are all old-school rap with the exception of one CD. Daler Mendhi. I tried to listen to it but that wasn't so successful with my roommate here so, well, maybe some other time. Unfortunately, no Tunak Tunak Tun. How can you be a greatest hits CD and not have Tunak Tunak Tun?

Apart from the Japanese study abroad forms, I'm supposed to be reading French poems and preparing for an oral presentation. Actually, I probably have to do that by tonight. Boo. So it goes

Also, math. math math math blah blah blah

Apart from that, Tufts is wonderful as usual, with the exception of staying in this room and hearing the word "lawl" every fucking time my roommate opens his mouth. I'm now on an "embargo" as far as replies go. O, grab me.