to all things their season
Feb. 20th, 2002 07:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fictionalit was unseasonably warm today, which is always nice.
this whole winter has actually been pretty unseasonable, now that i think about it.
i found out i broke the curve on my first physics quiz today, gotta go study for the second one in a bit.
and also, it's looking cautiously optimistic about the honors program. anyone who is accquainted with my college career thus far, will know how utterly wierd that concept is. the thought that i might get out of here with some kind of distinction is a testimonial to the fact that it really ain't never over till it's over.
of course it means that to finish, i'm stuck here for the forseeable future so that i can write my thesis.
sigh.
it's raining now, i can hear it pattering against my window.
i think i see some consoling-curling-up-in-blankets and watching Mansfield Park.
oh Miss Austen, how i appreciate thee. no sex, no college, no trauma. nothing but marriage, politeness and regulated hatred.
this whole winter has actually been pretty unseasonable, now that i think about it.
i found out i broke the curve on my first physics quiz today, gotta go study for the second one in a bit.
and also, it's looking cautiously optimistic about the honors program. anyone who is accquainted with my college career thus far, will know how utterly wierd that concept is. the thought that i might get out of here with some kind of distinction is a testimonial to the fact that it really ain't never over till it's over.
of course it means that to finish, i'm stuck here for the forseeable future so that i can write my thesis.
sigh.
it's raining now, i can hear it pattering against my window.
i think i see some consoling-curling-up-in-blankets and watching Mansfield Park.
oh Miss Austen, how i appreciate thee. no sex, no college, no trauma. nothing but marriage, politeness and regulated hatred.
