I like this whole not-having-a-schedule thing. It's very satisfying. I want to be a writer, so I can do this forever. No office nor fluorescent lights nor squeaky chairs. Bleh. The room in which I took my Political Science final had very squeaky chairs. It was really distracting.

So I'm a senior now.

Rachael: "We're Seniors. How did this happen?"
Laura: "I don't know. We went to a few classes, took some tests, and it just happened."
(I feel italics makes things more interesting)

Well it's happening, whether we're happy about it or not. I am usually. And there's no point in mourning the loss of college before I've left. I have my whole life for that! I hope I don't use my whole life for that though. That would be depressing--if when I'm a writer I just write about how much I miss college. Don't let me do that.

I have so much to do! Write in my journal. Read a book. Play guitar. Organize my binder of songs; it's a mess. Continue writing in my blog. Hang out with my roommates. Eat. I'm so stressed. I have no time for all of this!

Heh.