Actually,

Actually, for me, I feel like the semester has ended already. I'm not worried about my French essay (for once!) which I'm about to continue writing (middle of introduction. Yeah, yeah okay). I haven't had to do math since early Friday morning, and both finals will probably be pretty easy as far as those classes go. Japanese presentation looking good, looking sweet. 10-page Japanese Writers paper? Umm... I'll scrounge up something. That's due Wednesday, December 19. I was originally planning on going home Friday, but it's not looking good. This paper used to be due THIS Wednesday, and if it were still due this Wednesday, I'd be screwed or just pressed.

I don't know whether I'm going to run NQR this year. It's really fun, but I don't know what my status will be at 11 PM tomorrow night. I might have all-nightered by then, which would be very, very bad for my health combined with running naked in approximately 20º weather. Let me tell you, the shrinkage actually hurts.

I didn't accomplish what I thought I was going to accomplish, or what I thought I was going to try to accomplish. Good enough, though.

One thing I have noticed, though, is that a lot of people around me (and not me) are going through rough-ASS times. Wish I were there, wish I would go.

Wait-- in a tone non-sarcastic: that's what winter break is for!

I hate writing online because tone does not come out properly. Okay, I don't hate writing online, but you know what I mean. So much is lost in this pop-culture space. That's the benefit of things being written out in hand: they're more respected and more likely to be taken from multiple points of view at the same time by a single reader. And of course, the greatness of reading things out loud.

Faut qu'on y pense !