Packing (part 2):

I just got rid of all of my boxes. Now I have nothing to keep myself entertained with, besides textbooks and my computer. Which is probably a good thing. I kind of don't have time to do anything besides homework for the next few weeks.

Other updates:

1. In the last week I've eaten at In-N-Out Burger three times and Five Guys Burgers once. I'm pretty sure that during the week I've consumed a month's worth of saturated fat, but that's okay. (Hands down, Five Guys beats In-N-Out.)

2. I finished my last paper for the semester (not counting the final for my Philosophy paper, which should be pretty straight forward and only take a few hours of typing to hammer out), and it feels great.

3. I don't have to read my textbook for Psychology ever again. As much as I love Psychology, I don't think I'm going to miss reading the over a hundred pages in less a week, every other week.

4. I love Thanksgiving.

Packing:

Yeah, it's kind of weird. But, all my of my stuff is going back to Washington at the end of the week. So, I get to spend the evening packing...

Philosophy:

I love my Philosophy class. Partially because, while doing reading for Philosophy, I have to take notes so that I can understand what I'm reading well enough to write papers on what I've read, and I end up writing things like:

"Essence is in substance, primarily, but can be said to be in things without substance in a sense"

Did you get that?

Done:

I finally got everything for my UW application taken care of. Now I just have to sit and wait for a letter to come in the mail (which won't happen for a few more months). In the meantime, I'm going to have to find a new activity for my Friday and Saturday nights....

Don't Judge Me:

The other day I had a very troubling experience. As I was walking back to my apartment after one of my classes, I noticed a couple of girls ahead of me, talking. These girls happened to be of Asian descent. As I got nearer to them, I completely expected them to be conversing in some oriental language. It never even crossed my mind that they might be speaking to each other in English. Let alone, speaking in English with perfect American accents.

When I got close enough to actually hear them, my head basically exploded. Those two girls definitely grew up in the United States. I'm pretty sure that their parents did, too.

I've been in Provo far too long.

Poop:

At some point in my life, the ultimate threat became that of pooping on somebody's bed. I don't know exactly where it came from, but for some reason, when I get mad enough at somebody it just seems like the most reasonable, worst thing that I could possibly consider doing to spite that person.

Today, my roommate warranted such a threat. I'm not necessarily proud that the threat was made, but it was made just the same. I really feel like finding some chocolate Power Bars, molding them into poop-shaped objects and placing them on his bed with a sign. I think he would enjoy it.

Though, I probably would have to disappear for a few days afterward...

My Head Esplode:

I don't know if I've ever been more productive in my entire life. Nor do I know if I've ever had more deadlines in my life. I suppose it's what I get for taking 15 credits of classes (which is a lot for me, and none of which are religion classes) as well as deciding to move back to Washington a semester earlier than I had planned.

In the last few days I've started doing just about everything that I've been putting off for the entire semester because I had until the end of next semester to get it done. Now I have about a week an a half to do everything that I've been procrastinating. Add that on top of the chaos of having 10 tests and 4 papers that I have to take care of (including study/do research for) over the course of the next 6 weeks.

On the bright side, in six weeks I won't have to worry about any of it. And I'll be back in Washington.

Of course, then I have to find a job to keep me busy for the few months that I'll be back at my parents' house, while at the same time trying to find somewhere to live in Seattle, register for classes at UW, actually move to Seattle, make new friends, not have a nervous breakdown...