Finals.

Finals are here. No...more pervasive. Finals are Eeeverywhere.

I'm chill though.

Despite a night in the hospital (not serious) things have been dandy. I'm breathing and doing tai-chi and drinking herbal tea...but sometimes I just want to achieve my chill through quick and artificial means. We all know, however, that this right here is not relaxing. Hilarious, but not relaxing.

As a sweet ass break, I'll get to see The Jen on a visit from Pareee. She, I would roll up and smoke. Man do I miss her. The cheese and fruit in my fridge are dying to be had and my throat's already itching with all the things I want to talk about.

This makes me laugh.

Happy mother's day.

9:03 UCD

Can you believe how light it still is?!

Attend the tale.

Sean and I saw Sweeney Todd on Saturday and now I sing its songs at the top of my lungs when I go for my walks. Anyway. The fact that so many songs are marching through my brain like armies into battle makes it hard for me to be in the library for extended periods of time. Even breathing loudly in the UCD library is akin to screaming naked in a regular library, tearing pages from books and pouring Coca Cola on the study desks. I've been reprimanded more in the UCD library than I have over my entire quarter century of life. Today I hummed three bars between the 820.09 stacks and in thirty seconds three libro-cops had me handcuffed and made me read my rights to myself silently in my head, and those rights were, "You have none. We would rather you die than make noise. Get out of our library, American." So lately, I'm studying outside.

Besides those of Sweeney Todd, these are the other songs that made me a wanted woman in the UCD library:

Leslie first and foremost. I have such a crush on her.

The line, "Take this sinking boat and point it home, we still have time" is particularly sticky.

I think it's a coping mechanism, really. I'm thinking of finals, next year, the thesis, Sean, so many things and then SWOOP! here comes Leslie pushing everything out with her secret heart. These songs are so calming. If anyone but my mom reads this anymore, I'd love to know the songs you're obsessed with lately. Mom, that doesn't mean you can't tell me, too.