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LAST FINAL OF SEMESTER:
Part one: Finish databases for projecty thing. STATUS: Complete.
Part two: Print out a page of information, with pictures, for each superhero. STATUS: About to be started
Part three: Create an Excel spreadsheet. STATUS: Oh god, there will be no sleep tonight, will there?

EVERYTHING ELSE I NEED TO DO BEFORE I LEAVE:
Part one: Clean room. STATUS: Bahahahahah!
Part two: Pack. STATUS: Oh god, there will be NO SLEEP tonight, will there?
Part three: Hit up Newbury Comics for Becky's birfday present, hit up Joie de Vivre for more christmassy grabbag things and possibly a clone-type present. STATUS: Well, I actually can't do this one until tomorrow. So, on hold.

You know what's fun? KNOWING that you're not going to sleep until approx four PM the next day, so you can crank the loud bouncy music and grin like a manic idiot and be prepped to stay up late.

~Sor
MOOP!

Lyrics of the Day

"We could be
Sitting in the computer lab
Four AM before the final papers due
Cursing the world 'cause I didn't start sooner
And seeing the rest of the class there too!"

-"I wish I could go back to college" Avenue Q

siurhsg;josipaefd!! Can I just be...done. Y'know, with this project? Because it is STUPID, and I should way be done.

Hokay, at this point I believe I can just fully blame my Perfectionistic Sensebilities. No, I didn't *need* to draw the pictures myself, I could've found them online. And the description pages really really don't need this much detail or anything. But RAR IT MUST LOOK HELLA GOOD!

Fucking OCD. *cleans her glasses while she's at it, because she hasn't in a while.*

On the plus side, once I'm home, I will scan and upload the awesome picture of me menacing a bitch of a windowsbox with a sledgehammer. Yes, Doble_16, I'm talking about you. Fuckhead PC.

Yep, back to work. And then off to packing. SO CLOSE TO DONE COMPUTERS THOUGH RAR.

Okay, yeah. Catch you on the flip side.

~Sor
MOOP!

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On the plus side of everything, I do so love watching the sun rise from the right direction --staying up all night rather then waking up obscenely early.

I HAVE SO MUCH STUFF SHIT DAMNIT! Packing sucks.

~Sor
MOOP!

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Me and my intense need to write too much have decided to just keep updating this entry until I finish packing and whatnot.

So! Quick thoughts during packing:

I'm really pleased with my ability to recall where I put things, even several months after I last used them. Checkbook? Somewhere in the stack of papers in the second drawer of my desk. Black lego earring? On the floor next to the left side of the dresser. Ding and ding.

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There really really need to be more energetic intense songs about losing your leg and going off to find it. Seriously, that's what "Shipping up to Boston" (Dropkick Murpheys) is about.

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