Sweet Baby Jesus Holy Shit

The only thing I can equate this finals time with is I think the end of the first semester of senior year in high school--when I had, hm, six major projects to turn in?

This time around I had four--well technically five papers to write. 15 pages for Poetry. 8 for QST. 2-3 for German. What ended up being 9 for Fiction, and what ended up being I think 7 for Persuasive Argument. Some of these would have been due on Wednesday or even Friday, but I'm leaving bright and early Wednesday morning. So I told myself that ALL THIS SHIT had to be due around noon on Tuesday, and I told myself this last Wednesday, when I didn't even have ideas for half this shit. I already had 10 pages for Poetry, but that was all. I didn't have the faintest idea what to write for Fiction, and what I did come up with started out so fucking bad, so much so that I had one of those moments of "Oh my god fuck it all I'm never gonna be a writer why can't I write this stupid little thing just this one stupid little thing I can never write short stories oh god I fail as a writer." Yanno what I mean. I had less of an idea of what to write for P-Arg, and the essay prompts in QST kinda sucked at first glance.

But, all that's done now. It's been a motherfucking hectic past few days of pretty much driving myself insane writing all this crap. Lots of tea and cookies to get me through it. But I'm done with all the papers, having submitted my very last thing via e-mail only a little while ago.

Wo-fucking-ot.

I have a test to take and that's it. My Psych test is tomorrow at 1:30 and shouldn't be too bad since I've been doing well all year. I'm mostly packed, so after that it's pretty much just finishing packing, selling my textbooks and getting some other shit accomplished.

I leave on a bus for Syracuse at 7:30 in the morning or something, which kills me, and the flight doesn't leave till 2 or something. Once I get in to Frisco I'm getting picked up by Michael Corsbie (Liz's brother), since her sister's flying in at the same time, and we're all going to a party. I'll get to see Liz, which is the only damn reason I agreed to this. I'm gonna be fucking wiped and generally looking like shit once I get there.

I work the 22nd and 23rd at Nord's. Haven't gotten the schedule yet. Didn't get the job at the Writing Center for next semester, but there's always next year.

Got some last-minute Christmas shopping to do once I get home. My rents are hard to buy for, though I've got a little something already.

Speaking of Christmahanukwanzaayule, Julie, Molly, Kate and I exchanged gifts yesterday and it was all kinds of brilliant. Or was it two days ago? All the paper writing has messed with my sense of time. Anyway, I got a bar of chocolate and a necklace and a bar of soap that has CHOCOLATE in it, so I will be washing myself with CHOCOLATE, yes, you read that right--anyway, I got that from Kate. Molly gave me a ginormous encyclopedia of mythical beasts which I nearabouts fainted over. And Julie got each of us a candle for us to burn at New Year's, which is an awesomely sweet idea.

*happy*

Ugh. I am ready to go home. I am ready to sleep and write and read and do a lot of nothing.