ARGH YM is officially dead. Not done work, obviously not doing it now, essay due on Monday. Essays due following Monday and I have no idea what I'm going to write about. Possibly Baudrillard or Levi-Strauss, but then again Crit Theory and I don't exactly go hand-in-hand. Yes Freud, I'm getting a divorce from you after this semester. I'm also half confused in Cold War, and the mother of a book called Underworld is going to occupy lots of my time. Wowie final semester.

The funny thing is, I'd probably not be so behind time if I wasn't involved in dance and the performance team.

Then again, I don't regret it. Student life isn't anything without that.

Interview on Wed went.... I don't know. Good? Bad? I have no idea. Which according to a few experienced people, is normal and probably a good thing. I don't know. I hope so.

I can't wait for grad trip but I don't want to graduate. I can't wait for essays and exams to be over, but once they are over there's no more new semester to look forward to. If only time could freeze during the first two weeks of school. But alas, 'tis is life. We have to move on.

Going for a friend's 21st party today. Gosh, I AM OLD.