Late Night Closed 40 Minutes Ago. It's Cold Out.

I figured now would be as good a time as ever to post...

Within the week: study sessions, work, an essay, a project, three finals, packing, a flight, California, dinner with family, friends. 

It's crazy to think a week from now I'll be out at Linnaea's visiting with my friends..."back home"...after spending three months here at BC-my home? 

I have a great deal of things to do, and I am accomplishing little I feel. It was yesterday that I started genuinely stressing-something I've only felt a few times this year as opposed to the daily times senior year. I am stressed because these finals coming up actually matter, and I actually need to study. 

I am going about prioritizing in an interesting manner. Example: Paris and I are keeping our room shockingly clean. I make the bed every time I wake up from a night's sleep or a nap, hang up my jackets and scarves as soon as I walk in, throw excess trash or papers away... sounds simple but is unlike me. I've also been repairing my clothes. Yesterday I sewed a button back on my pants, sewed up a whole in one of my shirts, and fixed some leggings. Today I sewed my purse that was ripping. I am going about doing these random things which make me feel accomplished while managing to avoid studying.  I suppose this is because studying is a larger task which I have trouble starting...but these little random tasks are easily accomplished and pleasing.

Being home for a month-a strange idea. Every day I think of more and more people that I am anxious to see, to run up to and hug. Places I want to go back home, stories to share and feelings to explain. I suppose it will be healthy to be home. More specifically, healthy to not be here? Time home will be time to process my life here, my decisions, and my priorities. 

Currently two of my house favorites (though I love them all) are watching "Jizz In My Pants" at 1231am. I will miss this. It will be strange knowing that if I want to walk outside at 3am I might have to provide explanations. 24/7 quiet hours began at 10pm tonight on account of study days and finals... at 955 a large group of us ran in the back yard and started screaming-plain screams, obscenities, frustrations. Paris and I have a "fishbowl" in our room with a different fish to represent each person who frequents our room. One of them was taken out today and is dead on the table, that may be corrected. Some are progressing and moving closer. People that ask why it is a fishbowl do not deserve to be in it. Colin and I listen to Girl Talk-that's all we listen to. I like calling his phone because his dial back is a song that Girl Talk uses, and I find it interesting to hear it in its raw and original context. Today Paris, Matt, and I were sleeping. Colin knocked and I said "you can't come in unless you take a nap". Paris and I have a Christmas display with gingerbread houses and a tree. We all want to light the fireplace in the common room, but its not allowed-nor is incense. I like hearing "Remix to Ignition" played on the piano by Jordan. Cops get called on a group of boys standing in the backyard-they are smoking cigars which is allowed. I still forget the combination to my painting locker, and its the end of the semester. I have been texting more and more, something I never participated in before this school year. And the boy laying across the couch with his laptop just said "I'm really going to miss Shaw".