Is It Thursday?

How does it go? Monday I go under, Tuesday I'm swimming, Wednesday I'm drowning, Thursday I'm surfacing, and Friday I'm coming up for air?

This week I went straight for the drowning the first two days of the week, Wednesday was surfacing, today I'm coming up for air, and by tomorrow I might actually get to lay back and say I have nothing to do with my life and oh, God, am I bored.

Then, then and only then, will I get to watch the poor little concert from 2004 that's been SITTING and WAITING on my desktop ALL WEEK. I haven't had a moment to spare for it; want to see Muse turning things upside down again and just haven't had an hour to actually SIT and WATCH it.

This week has taken the mickey out of me (forgive the overuse of British stuff-my brain is trying to fill in the blanks.)

I'm still trying to catch up a little bit-I'm kind of wanting to get my homework done for this weekend so I don't have to do anything but hang around and laze out. This is my plan of attack:

Tonight: as much of the 24 little monsters in my math homework done as possible. Also, if I finish those, I should read my Theory stuff for Tuesday.

Another thing: Start reading Story Writing stories as they're coming in. Can you imagine me having all that stuff done and no homework all week? Literally?

This won't happen. This is a three-fold Utopian dream, to quote Brandon Boyd. But if I get anything done at all it'll make NEXT week a helluva lot easier.

I'm in class now, so I should probably pay attention.

Oh, last night I went trick-or-treating. Yes, I am 21 and a half and more, yes, I was in a costume (Rabid Stargate Fan. The marker hasn't completely come off-the R in STAR is still very visible on my face) and yes, I had fun. I got lots of good candy to last me till Christmas (isn't that what it's all for?)

So now it's November. 2 Months And 2 Days Till The Bloody Good Trip of The Ages!

Cheerio!
Bec