Odd, to be sitting in the computer lab...
Dec. 1st, 2005 12:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ink_n_imp...and NOT be typing away furiously, trying to inch my Nano word count further. I feel so...meh. How else am I suppose to waste this time between classes now?
Well, let it be said here for the last time that National Novel Writing Month is finished. Over. Done. Which leads me to realize that it is December 1st. Do you realize what that means?
I AM GOING TO BE ON THE PLANE BACK HOME IN 16 MORE DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!
...that's just fucking surreal. This semester here in Florence has been so long, I can easily imagine myself next semester as if nothing has changed, still living in Ricasoli, walking past the Academia to get to the bus stop, killing myself climbing up and down the campus valley. Forgive the sappy contemplation, but I can still see myself living with my floormates and roommates. I was PAINFULLY lucky, to have been placed with the people I was. The drama was thankfully nil, and the times have been good.
Except now, I'm going to be home in 16 days. 19 days from now I'll be heading into the city to chill with Lindsay and Tammy. There will be Kiev again. There's going to be the LIRR. There's going to be my CAT, for christ's sake! 16 days is nothing. Two weeks and a little on the side, and I'll be home.
God damn.
Last night, in my sickness induced, sleep deprived state, I went out with the group to a bar. I had all sorts of shitty work to do, and I was exhausted, but because I've been sick I knew that if I just went to bed I'd be staring at the ceiling all night. I haven't really slept for three days, and you could tell. I was in bad shape. But I said fuck it to it all, realizing my uselessness in my sick state, and decided that last night would be a night of drinking. Lots and lots of drinking.
I ended up having an amazing time with the others, and thanks to a liter of beer, one glass of wine, two shots, and three Coronas, I was finally able to sleep the happy, happy sleep of the very inebriated. Delicious, delicious sleep.
I woke up this morning the most refreshed and rested I've been for the last two weeks. God, I love alcohol! It just makes everything so much better for me. Like this cold for example: it has definitely been getting better since last night. Alcohol has put me back on the road to wellness.
Alcohol! I just want to...HUG IT, or something.
Well, let it be said here for the last time that National Novel Writing Month is finished. Over. Done. Which leads me to realize that it is December 1st. Do you realize what that means?
I AM GOING TO BE ON THE PLANE BACK HOME IN 16 MORE DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!
...that's just fucking surreal. This semester here in Florence has been so long, I can easily imagine myself next semester as if nothing has changed, still living in Ricasoli, walking past the Academia to get to the bus stop, killing myself climbing up and down the campus valley. Forgive the sappy contemplation, but I can still see myself living with my floormates and roommates. I was PAINFULLY lucky, to have been placed with the people I was. The drama was thankfully nil, and the times have been good.
Except now, I'm going to be home in 16 days. 19 days from now I'll be heading into the city to chill with Lindsay and Tammy. There will be Kiev again. There's going to be the LIRR. There's going to be my CAT, for christ's sake! 16 days is nothing. Two weeks and a little on the side, and I'll be home.
God damn.
Last night, in my sickness induced, sleep deprived state, I went out with the group to a bar. I had all sorts of shitty work to do, and I was exhausted, but because I've been sick I knew that if I just went to bed I'd be staring at the ceiling all night. I haven't really slept for three days, and you could tell. I was in bad shape. But I said fuck it to it all, realizing my uselessness in my sick state, and decided that last night would be a night of drinking. Lots and lots of drinking.
I ended up having an amazing time with the others, and thanks to a liter of beer, one glass of wine, two shots, and three Coronas, I was finally able to sleep the happy, happy sleep of the very inebriated. Delicious, delicious sleep.
I woke up this morning the most refreshed and rested I've been for the last two weeks. God, I love alcohol! It just makes everything so much better for me. Like this cold for example: it has definitely been getting better since last night. Alcohol has put me back on the road to wellness.
Alcohol! I just want to...HUG IT, or something.
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My Schedule Sucks....
Date: 2005-12-01 12:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-01 03:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-01 06:48 pm (UTC)Yay!
Date: 2005-12-02 11:46 pm (UTC)In a few more days my Nella will be back from across the Pond and we'll have many fantasmagorious times together. Or something like that.
Only 15 more days now!!!!