So, for my last semester as an undergraduate, I will have a Monday-Tuesday-Thursday schedule, nothing starting earlier than noon. I finally have a three-day week, and it's with only one class I can really call "real."

Yes, I have been to Harry Potter. I think I mentioned that. Only twice, though, once with my parents, so I need another repetition to be able to pick it to pieces as per usual.

I have also just about given up on NaNo 2005, as per usual. I am at the point in the semester where the last few projects are coming up before I expect them, and although I will not even approach them until the night before the due date, I will be angsting over my lack of studiousness in the time leading up to said date. Soonest, I have a six-page book-review--

(OMG I will never get over the creepy of Sean Maher playing a slimy topless-spring-break director. What is it with 'Merkins and Spring Break? I suppose we have it, but I don't think I've ever heard about Florida at the time. And ack ack ack, Necrophilia!Simon. Ow, my brain. They need to stop trying to parts of normal people, all of them. It just doesn't work. *spork, meet brain*)

--for Wednesday, for a 133-page book of which I've read approximately six pages. I fully expect to be skimming whilst typing very, very late on Tuesday night, right before not-sleeping and then arriving late for morning classes on Wednesday. Then one actual paper of eleven pages, and two take-home exams, and that is all. And one exam. Which is for 205, so, well, only sort of counts.

Dumbass, you need a JOB.

*considers crappy illustrations she has done for Light of the World* I cannot draw. Rather, I cannot draw the way I want these pictures to look. Like many important aspects of the Paxverse, I will one day have to hire people to do this for me. :(