Half my eyelashes have fallen out, my fingernails have been gnawed painfully short, and I think I'm getting sick from smoking hookah for hours every day while doing homework in effort to make it more enjoyable and relaxing. But I'm finally over the hump in class, and the management at my apartment complex has finally started construction to fix the moldy walls in my roommate's bedroom. "Luxury living" my ass. I'm still worried about finding a place to move, but I know something will turn up by the end of the month.
I'm sure excited for spring break. By then, I will most likely have found a place to move and I will be entirely free of this class. The day I have my final eval is St. Patrick's day, as well as the 11-month mark for Nik and I, so I will waste no time before fleeing to Vancouver and celebrating. Then I have nearly two weeks of time to purely enjoy however I wish. Maybe I can finally finish an art project (unlikely ... I still have some backed up from high school), or work on my reading list.
Anyway, the point of this post is, I was stressed, and now not so much, and I have high hopes for Spring Break. When I began writing this, I thought something more interesting would come out, but after spending like 3 days straight working on that god damn paper, I don't give a shit. I'm going to go be a lazy fuck for the rest of the day.
