WAG - End of the Semester Burn-out
We're certainly reaching the end of the school.
There's something in the air. It's almost palatable; as if by sticking out your tongue you could taste it.
You would get some weird looks though, or get asked out on a date by a creepy person, so I'd suggest against it.
I have a major project due in about 13 hours and two bigger articles to write at the Missourian.
Earlier this evening, a friend and I talked about saying, "screw it all," cashing out our meal plans, "borrowing" a friend's car, and going till we hit another country's border or a major body of water.
That sad thing is that we were only partially joking. The idea was really appealing, to say the least.
I've often observed that in track, the last lap seems to take the longest. It may be equal in length to other loops you've made, but the combined drain from all those previous orbits seems to weigh on your heavier.
The ironic thing is that both coaches and teachers expect you to run the last lap the hardest.
In the end, it isn't surprising that one takes comfort in little things.
I was tickled today to find a big "Happy Birthday Caleb!" sign in front of my door. In the corner, was the comment "on July 20."
Also entertaining was a link on my sister's site. She's put up some weird ones lately, but the latest one thrilled me to death when I was working at the desk this evening.
Playing Fly Guy gave me great personal satisfaction; especially when I found him a dancing partner.
Hint: the big boxer angel is not one you should ask to dance.
The fact that the previous sentence actually makes sense frightens me a bit.
I have a big revision to do on my project as well as write some memo where I beg for a better grade than my project deserves.
I'd better get back to work... Or start booking it toward Canada...
It's a hard choice.
I think I'll make the responsible decision tonight.
But I make no promises for tomorrow night.
'Oh_Canada'
