Still Dying . . .

I am completely and utterly pooped (see previous entry). I managed to get though finals only to have to start a new (and final) semester 2 days later. I also managed to loose my school BFF in the process (she didn’t make out as well as we hoped). I just feel tired and alone. I think my brain in legitimately full; I am having a hard time absorbing any new information. I am in desperate need of a break. Tucson will do the trick I think.

I am toying with the idea of trying and get this weekend off so I can go down with my lovely sister to see the Fam., if not I am definitely going to make a trip early next week, the school Gods threw me a bone and gave me Monday and Tuesday off. But for now, I have to go back to hitting the books, this better be wroth it in the end.

Hold up, one more little matter I have to address: Blog Retraction. . .

The BF informed me that “light years” is a measure of distance, not time. He was kind enough however to wait until I was done with finals to inform me that I am sci-fi retarded. It is much appreciated and was probably the safer route . . . good move. Therefore I am now changing me statement from

“I just have to keep telling myself that it will all be over soon, but truth be told, at this point March seems like it is light years* away.”

To:

“I just have to keep telling myself that it will all be over soon, but truth be told, at this point March seems like eons away.”

Sufficient?

500 Days of Summer Made Me Sad for No Reason.

(500) Days of Summer was everything I hoped for. Joseph Gordon-Levitt was perfection as the hopeless romantic boy that could not possibly exist in real life (but not in a disgusting pansy way). My girl crush was precious, for the most part. I loved loved loved her clothes in the movie, she was really working that 60s chic style that I could never pull off. Also, her apartment . . . adorable! I love vintage so much it kills me; I really need to express that more.

It did however evoke some sort of Debby Downer in me that not even my favorite sushi could pull me out of. I blame being a girl mostly (that damn PMS will get you every time!) , and the fact that I came home from visiting my grandparents to find that my bedroom had been tampered with**. My apologies to my amazing boyfriend that has more patients for my crazy antics* than I deserve.

Anyways I highly recommend going and seeing it. Unless you are PMSing, then maybe you should wait a week to avoid crying and convincing yourself that your boyfriend of two who has never made any indication that he is unhappy is going to break up with you at any moment***

*By antics I clearly mean mood swings
**What the hell people like living at home doesn't suck enough, can I ONE thing that is mine?! Fucking felafel.
*** Just me then