Figure it out.

Well, it's Final's Week. Or, I suppose it might as well be. Just a few more days.

 Oh, dear.

Even on medicine it's hard for me to focus.

Also, wood glue takes a bajillion years to dry properly.

I've been working on a gap in my dagger for FOUR HOURS. Basically, one of the saws was a little busted the other night, and I, being mechanically inept, decided to use it anyways. Now my wood is all warped; that aside, it looks pretty ballin.'

I can fix it.

Damon, if you're reading this, it's an assassin's dagger. You might appreciate that.

Either way, it's due tomorrow at five. I need to glue it, sand that sucker, paint it, and put blood on it and pray to God that was the 'hint' George was referring to. Code word: 'Macbeth.'

If I'm right, automatic A+.

For now, while I'm waiting for the thirtieth layer of glue to semi-harden, I'm listening to Maroon 5.

SO MANY PROJECTS.

I have seven watercolors, sculptures, a storybook, a dagger, an ethical bio question and a two page paper due very, very soon. Sounds like baby stuff, I know, but holy crap. That's too much before finals. I'm already panicking. Well, not really. I'm not happy, though, but then again, who is during this time?

I suppose I should be counting my blessings that I'll be home in about ten days. Even though as my mother put it I won't be 'home' until May 9th. That's the day D leaves for his mission. For two years. I know it'll be fine, but it's a for serious countdown now. Scary, even.

I hope after that I can quickly get my butt out of the house, you know, before I turn into a total recluse. It could happen. It has happened in the past.

It'll be fine. He'll write...right?

ANYWAYS, enough with the heavy. Here's a funny story for the day:

In my Philosophy class we had to create something called a Kantian List. Basically it was twenty-five goals to help develop our talents and abilities, and twenty-five that would help other attain happiness. We were set in groups of three, and I sat with Amanda and another girl who I really like. I have no idea what her name is, though. It's only been the whole semester, haha.

Anyways, we're speedily reading off our personal lists when Amanda stops and snickers.

Her next item? Marry an Irish Scottish mountain man. (She wasn't sure about mountains in Ireland.)

Definitely one of the most interesting.

That's not the one I want to share, though.

We're onto the second list, (remember these are intended to bring others happiness) and we're having a class discussion sharing the best ones we could come up with. All of a sudden, a man in the back shouts, "Take Johanna on a date!" The Professor looked a little disgruntled, but humored, as the entire class roared in applause and laughter. I'm out of the loop so I leaned over to Amanda and asked who Johanna was. Right as I was asking, I heard the professor say, "Yeah, not going to give you an A+, and someone else shouted, "But it might give you a gunshot wound!"

Definitely the professor's daughter.

I don't think he fully appreciated the humor, but the rest of us sure did.