SO. MUCH. WORK.
I'm starting to understand why upperclassmen don't seem to go out as often as we do. It's simply impossible. It's only the second week of the semester and i'm UP TO MY EARS in work, overdue work, and impending work. And you know what i do when i have shitload of work to do, I sleep a lot and eat a whole lot just to avoid having to think about work. Jeez. It's unhealthy on so many levels. Besides, it's too fucking cold in this town. Who can live in 10 degrees sub zero weather for three months? Not me, that's for damn sure.
Half a year from now, I can see myself holed up in my room (IN ONE OF THE RIVER HOUSES THAT IS NOT DUNSTER OR MATHER, please God!) on a Friday night, looking out the window at drunken freshmen tripping all over themselves in the courtyard, and feeling kind of sorry for them.
Yeah. Who am i kidding? I can't.
