I'm currently sitting on my bed, still in my plaid pjs as I make this post (best thing ever). The past month or so has been a blur. I guess for the past 3 years that I've been at the UofC, the month of April has become that dreaded month that you wish would just hurry along. I swear finals season sucks the living soul out of me. I find myself overwhelmed with unread chapters and long tedious processes that have yet to be memorized. I'm referring to the memorization of glycolysis, the TCA cycle, glucogenesis, and all the enzymes and substrates and cofactors involved at each fucking step. I WANTED TO DIE. It was awful. But all of that nonsense is behind me now.

I start spring semester this SATURDAY. Yes, I've enrolled myself into a Saturday class. Although this means that six consecutive Saturday afternoons will be sacrificed, I think it won't be that bad - or so I say now. Despite the thought of having to be indoors in a lecture while it's sunny outside is depressing, I'm actually looking forward to my spring classes. I mean they sound interesting enough. I'm taking an art class that focuses on the "History of Video Gaming" which either sounds like the coolest thing ever, or social suicide. I'm also taking a critical medias class, a music and culture class, and social psychology. This may be four classes too many for most people during spring, but I'm thinking it would be good to take classes that ACTUALLY interest me for a change. I don't even remember what it feels like to genuinely enjoy a class.

I should probably get dressed and get on with my day now. This was good. I missed making blog entries, even as bland as my entries are.

p.s. - 20 days until DCFC!!!