Nothing

There’s this urge that comes over me when I’m sitting at home, relaxing, that I shouldn’t be doing it — that I have an assignment to write, or a test to study for. I have to tell myself that it’s okay, and that I’m allowed to for the next four months. I’m allowed to do nothing (if I want, but I’m too motivated to do other things to simply do nothing).

Who cares about exams

I’ve been so excited to be finished exams that I haven’t really cared about my one and only exam that I have to write tomorrow. I almost feel like winging it, which I know I shouldn’t do, and I have been studying but… I’ve been so stress-free after classes finished that I feel like, compared to others who are cramming, pulling all-nighters, and generally being a total wreck, I’ve been high or something. So carefreeeeeee… wheeeee…

Anyway, I just want to be done. And then I will frolic.

The end of things to come

Perhaps you are wondering about the conclusion for Good Morning, Heartache.  Well, don’t fret.  It is in the works and will be posted shortly.  Frankly, I’m not even sure how it ends.

I realized earlier today that my two exams that I have to write tomorrow and Wednesday are potentially the last two exams I will ever have to write.  Even if I get accepted into the Creative Writing Program at UBC, I wouldn’t have to write any exams (I think).  So hurrah!  This is the end of things to come.