The end of the semester's almost here - classes ended yesterday, and finals start Wednesday - but no, no deep and emo reflective post yet. Just a[n even more] boring ( to-do list )

Sometimes, I just don't know anymore.

What a long, stressful week.

Well.

It's definitely been a while since I was last called "beautiful."

...I just turned 20. WHAT is going on.

I hate finals. (Don't we all?)

And for some reason, Marx amuses me. It must be late. He doesn't exactly strike me as an intentionally funny guy.

Remaining Deadlines:

- English Paper 8 - Today
- Math Assignment 8 - Friday

FINALS:

- Sociology - 19th @ 9 AM
- Psychology - 20th @ 9 AM
- Final Math Project - 21st @ 9 AM

I really have no idea what I'm doing.

Dear Yankees,

Please die. Thanks.

No love,
Elena.

I just dreamed that Joan Rivers hooked up with a Klingon.

I hate Luna Lovegood.

Defriend me, bitches.

No, not really. But I'm just sort of astounded right now that someone on my flist was defriended for not liking Ginny Weasley.