weekandahalf

That's how long until my term's over. I. Can't. Wait. I'll have been going to school for a year straight. That's right, ladies and gentlemen. Summer, fall, winter, and spring. Needless to say, I can't wait for that 8-week break.

Plus it's one mile marker closer to being married!

So - for the next week and a half I'm locking myself up alone to finish all my projects and papers and presentations. {except for surprise visits from my fiance, of which I've had three so far}

My survival kit:

1. bright coral nails. Nail polish makes typing 3500 times more fun.

2. my most comfortable footwear AKA moccasins. Well, one moccasin, one medical boot... but let's not get technical here.

3. hair pulled back out of my face. I concentrate so much better.

4. fruit snacks and Sara Bareilles for my 5-minute breaks.

Wish me luck on all my stuff! Say a prayer for me, meditate for me, scatter some ashes for me, whatever your style is.

See you when my projects are done.

XO

Waiting...

Waiting for motivation to do my homework {hasn't come

yet and I'm halfway through my semester}

Waiting for inspiration for a super

cool blog post {coming up blank}

Waiting for the weather to warm up {it has to warm up eventually,

right? It's a scientific fact? Can I get a meteorologist

to back me up here?}

Waiting for Sam to come over {how dare our schedules not

match up for eight hours in a row! The audacity...}

Waiting for the dishwasher to be done {if I had to say what it

sounded like, I'd say.... a screaming nazgul pounding a

jackhammer in the middle of the battle for Helms Deep}

I know I should start getting things done, but still....

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Why have motivation when wasting time is so much fun?