out from under...

I don't want to dream about, all the things that never were....

britney's back.  the end.

a bad cold and a serious case of apathy make finals prep hard at best and impossible at worst.  the cold medicine that lets me breathe and not feel miserable also make me so zoned out it's hard to think and focus.  thanks body, for shutting down. it's perfect timing, really. 

And ohhh, don't you ever want to lose control...

i wrote yesterday for the first time in months.  real words, where there is just pen and paper and no spell check.  i used to write all of the time, and I loved it, still love it.  but i hadn't in a long time and i'm not sure why.  I hadn't even really realized I had stopped. i was prompted by a question over break that deserved answering, and in the moment i didn't have an answer to give.  so then i wrote, and as i did more and more just kept pouring out, faster than I could really put the words down.  and my handwriting is atrocious, but it speaks to the fervor of the night, the intensity to put it all down before I lost it is evident by the scrawled words.  and i think i'm going to keep writing.

P.S...

i know what I want, am i brave enough to go after it?

so break was great, but to take 3 major exams in the next 15 days, really? sounds impossible.  sad day. so here's the break down for the next 15 days:

3 exams

2 major projects

2 semi-formals

1 concert

oh, and ResLife thinks it owns me again...

fun, fun.  But today, it snowed! so happy December!