What better way to utilize time between classes that isn't enough time to go back to the apartment but is enough time to leave me painfully bored than to blog?

It's early. I'm sure about that much. But it also turns out that the class I just sat through is my last ever 8 o'clock class. In undergraduate school, at least. God forbid I go on to grad school and have to take an 8 o'clocker there. That's enough to make a girl not want to enrich herself intellectually.

I have two classes left today, one tomorrow, and then I have one semester left of school. It really is hard to believe, considering I often still think of myself as a freshman. I realize I'm not, but it just feels like it sometimes. No way does it feel like I've been at this place three years. It's been a great three years though. Well, the last two have been great. It's funny how the most important lessons I've learned at college have absolutely nothing to do with the actual schooling part. I still feel like I have so much to learn...maybe that's why I feel like a freshman. Maybe I'll elaborate on those lessons someday. Maybe next semester at about this time, when I'm sure I'll be feeling teary and nostalgic and sad to be done. NEXT SEMESTER! Yoses.

Summer is right around the corner so I have plenty to look forward to. When I finish finals next Friday I'm headed down to the cities where I could stay as long as two weeks. Ah, another relationship test. After one week I was wanting more of Darren. Let's see what happens after two. I have a sneaking suspicion I'll still be wanting more.

As I typed that bit about summer being fast on its way, the kid sitting in front of me glanced outside...then looked a bit harder (prompting me to think either he was slightly challenged or I was missing something big) and announced in a look-what-I-saw-before-you tone that, "It's snowing!" So much for summer...