Screw this, I'm just going to be a housewife.

If I ever uttered, or even thought of mentioning such an idea, I think my mom would slap me up side my head and disown me.

Ok. Maybe not that extreme. But she would not be very pleased that my [almost] four years of college has led me to become a housewife. Not that there is anything wrong with being a housewife. I wouldn't mind being one. It's just that being from the kind of family I come from, I am expected to be both a housewife and a career woman. And let's throw in mom just for the hell of it. I mean, my mom is able to do all those things, so why not me? Why. Not. Me.

I am very tired. My back aches. My eyelids are screaming to be closed. My shoulders are slumped. My posture is absolutely terrible. This paper just cannot seem to wrap itself up. I've written 8 pages, and I need two more so I can finally be done with it. But I feel like I've been drained and squeezed of any possible information I can write about. Actually, I feel like all I've done for the entire paper is write from the book. I haven't really been paying attention. For all I know, I just paraphrased my sources and made it into a paper. I don't know. I think I am losing my ability to write coherently.

I hate writing papers.

I'm much better at ranting on blogger. I think.

Every driver's travel nightmare

Although I am not a driver, I can sympathize with those who had to drive yesterday because it was pure traffic hell. It took 11 hours to get back to Rochester yesterday. Not to mention, it was raining the ENTIRE trip back. Uber depressing. Dan, Oronde and I left Brooklyn around 2:40pm and we did not get back to Rochester until nearly 2am. It was ridiculous! I was (and still am) so exhausted from yesterday's trip. What normally takes about 5 1/2 to 6 hours stretched itself to a torturous and maddening 11 hours. But at least I had good company. I can't imagine how it must have been for solo drivers. I think I would have gone mad.

Here is a picture of one of the many signs we saw while we were on the highway:

I'm so tired. Monday is a long day for me; full day of classes and a 3 hour lab. Oy. And I have to finish that wretched term paper. Ugh x 1000. I can't wait for the Boar's Head Dinner on Thursday. And Thursday means that I have no term paper to worry about because I have to get rid of it by Wednesday.

Thursday, oh Thursday, can't you come faster?

Totally random tidbit: I had a macaron for the first time on Saturday, and oh oh, I think I am in love <3

14 hours until the end

To the end of what? To the end of... school. At least until Monday. I am really looking forward to this break. I cannot wait to see my family again, and to catch up with old friends. And I'm excited to see Dan and spend time with him and his family. Though it is going to be brief, it will be a nice change of pace from school. Can you believe it? After this Thanksgiving break, it'll be about 2, 2 1/2 more weeks and then it's off to winter break! Half of junior year is going to be over. It is actually kind of eerie when I think about it. Once my last final is over for the fall semester, I will only have 3 more semesters of college left. Then what? What is to become of me??? I'm actually quite scared to think about that reality. It's mind-boggling. I can't image myself in the "real world". All I've ever known is school. Pre-school, elementary, junior high, high school, and college. Well, I suppose there is always graduate school... Aiyoo.

Some random pictures I took with my new camera:
1. My desk lamp.
2. My desk, and my emergency chocolate, hehee.
3. The new kid on the block. Or rather, the new mug in the cupboard.
4. Playing with color accents.

Oh, and that paper? It still hasn't really gone anywhere. I have a little bit, but not as much as I would have liked. Oh well. It'll get done eventually. I've always worked better under pressure. I can always try to be better next semester, right?

Aigoo, I am hopeless.