Seth got me a real version of Paint Shop. Thanks, Seth! I changed the date on my computer to match the rest of the world, which was pleasing.
That title, by the way, is an Alanis reference, sort of. Song goes, "I have no concept of time, other than it is flying..." Which is not the experience I'm having right now. Blargh.
For the next couple of weeks, I am going to be half-assing my way through final projects, papers and essays, and final exams. I have no plans to freak out, in fact, I plan to plead complete apathy regarding all things school-related.
I'm so glad the semester is ending. This summer, I'm going to be hella-busy, but I'm going to be doing the things I love. Well... and working to get paid, to finance doing the things I love. But even that is worth it. School? School is not worth it. I find myself fantasizing about dropping out of school constantly.
I'm listening to Billy Joel sing "Piano Man," and I'm missing Justin something fierce. And I'm certain I could be a movie star if I could get out of this place. La-da, la-da, la-da-da... et cetera.
Yeah, I should really go attend to Jane Eyre now. GRAR! I hate her! Good thing she's dead. And fictional. Otherwise, I might have to smote her!
Feel free to rescue me from this tedium. Since I don't really have to worry about studying for finals, and most people do, I should be free most of the weekend.
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