Almost done. Two more weeks of actual school, then it's over forever until fall.
I was up until Real Late™ last night finishing a term paper, and by the time I was done, I had no idea what I'd written about. Like, seriously. Ten pages of complete crap. I think?
That's not a good feeling, but at least it's nearly over. The worst parts of the semester are behind, and the Bath stuff (interviews, acceptance) is going to start soon, so I'll know in a few weeks whether I should start planning. Holding my breath.
One month until my 21st birthday! I want a car made of ice cream! And no, those two things aren't related.
My eyes want to sleep but my body does not.