The usual things.

Still one line, but there's a week of hoping left. And if not, then that wasn't the right egg-sperm combination. I believe in things happening as they should. I think I might find a way to try again this next cycle before I leave.

And the other. I miss my friend, and I think she's blowing me off. Again. That makes me sad. But I did try.

it's time for lists.

Yes, yes. Finals week is upon us. Which means, I need a to-do list of all the shit I have put off until the end of the term to make up in a week. Here goes:

Biology:

• Study for my practicum
  
• Three-chapter final
• Fast plants worksheet 3 (for tomorrow)

Writing:

• Rewrite Amtrak and Flint Michigan papers
• Read Orwell (for tomorrow)
  
• Visual argument (for thursday)
• Final

Latin American Literature:

• Write Hundred Years paper (late)
  
• Write critical analysis paper (late)
• Read and respond to poetry (for thursday)
• Final? Dunno.

I have completely jerked off through Latin American Lit. I'm paying for it now. Really stressed about it, but also I don't care. I hate that class. I hate online classes. It doesn't work for me because I don't work for me. Really, I've been soooo distracted by the potential babymaking that I've dropped a lot of balls this term. Well, not in Biology. I feel pretty good about it, and the other classes I can't stand.
So, what does this say about me? I'm a big baby that doesn't wanna do anything I don't wanna do. So there.