Simply Felicious

Listening to: Drown in My Own Tears - Ray Charles (OST Ray)

Currently Reading: Salem Falls - Jodi Picoult

It is nine days to the start of my finals; a thought that is, at this moment in time, still foreign to me. Having been heaped with work since the word go, the thought that we might actually be coming to the end of the semester is still a shock to me.

My prac exam was merde; pardon my french. Everything that could go wrong, did. But by the grace of God, calmness, that has never been my forte, pretty much kept me from ending up like a pile of bawling mess in a foetal position. I was upright the whole way through and walked out alive; God is good - I, obviously, was not good enought. BUT it’s over and that’s all that matters.

I need to get over this state of temporal procastination that I have found myself in and get unto work - -does ANYONE else find themselves dragging their feet the closer you get to an exam? It truly doesn’t make sense as, in theory, the fear should be jolting you towards your desk rather than away from it and towards future episodes of the OC, Prison Break and Smallville.

Either that or I’ve been doing stupid Blogthings which tell me useless things like

You Are Pistachio Ice Cream

Funky. Surprising. Wild.

Which doesn’t make sense since

1. I don’t like Pistachio (ice-cream or otherwise)
2. I am not funky,
3. surprising,
4. Or wild.

But if you want to find out, here’s where you can go.

I also found out that

You Should Be With a Water Sign!

Your best match is a Cancer, Scorpio, or Pisces Why? You crave intimacy and connection in your relationship And while most guys can’t open up enough for you, a Water Sign can Not that you’re whole relationship will be soul gazing A Water Sign matches your goofy sense of humor - and desire to help others.

Which would be a problem if it were true since Barath is a fire sign! Lol

So yeah, it’s 3 pm on a Saturday afternoon and so far I have washed my hair, gone grocery shopping (well, chocolate shopping), started a book, spoke on the phone to the whole para familia, finished my grapes and started this entry all the while entertaining the thought of sitting down to Jack Da Silva’s notes. Which, mind you, if the guy wasn’t hot, would make it that much harder to forgive his notes. Damn Evolutionary Genetics, there’s way too much math for me to contend with. Plus the weather is all gloomy, beautiful for curling up in bed in pajamas, which I am gloriously still in. Sigh, torn in two I am.

So before I go into a chocolate-induced coma maybe I will go lie on my bean bag with my new book and see what happens, goodness knows I’m not going to get any study done now. And I should go before I get addicted to finding out Who my Celebrity Boob Twin is and Which Sex and the City Vixen I am.

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