when will i ever learn.

i've finished 2/3 of my take home final due monday, and am unable to think in sentences anymore. the next third will be finished tomorrow, along with my long ass physics paper. i can't believe i've left this all for the day before it was due. sigh. i really shouldn't have been slacking on friday and saturday. hopefully i'll have enough time to finish all that stuff and still get a decent night's sleep, which i'll need because i've still got to tackle my Malory paper.

i cannot wait for this to be over.

i really wish d. would hurry up and get here. i could use the snuggles.
not to mention, it's hard not to be jealous that he's out partying right now.
i know this is all supposed to pay off someday, but it's so tiring.

i really want this over.

damn you, LJ, I want to procrastinate!

livejournal is being icky and refusing to let me see my friends list.
grr argh.

things accomplished
i've finished my take home final.
i called my mother to wish her a happy mother's day.

things-yet-to-do
relaxing bath
invigorating shower
prepare delicious meal of bocaburger and cheese
physics paper (due tomorrow by noon, ack!)

and then after that i have to worry about my Malory paper (due wednesday), the returning of hundreds of library books, the purchasing of the sneakers (mine have lost their soles), the cleaning of the house, the doing of the laundry, the notarizing and mailing of the will-acceptance, the going to of the work. also, the spending time with the boy before the six week separation (sadness), the packing for the trip to Rome, the studying of the italian phrase book, and assorted other things that i will hopefully remember before i leave.

i'm a busy busy bee.

mother is the name for god on the lips and hearts of all children

happy mother's day, everyone.
i say this because
all of us have mothers, some by blood, some by heart.
it is, in my opinion, the holiest of all professions.
i try to not make it a thankless one, and i hope if the time comes for me and my friends to take that step, in whatever way, that we will do half as good a job as my own mother did, and does, every single damn day. and my mother's mother, and all the other people who have stood in that position for me over the years.
thank you, for giving me something to look up, a lap to sit on and be held, a place to run to for neverending comforts, someone to scold me when i need it, for loving me at times more than themselves.