Oh goodness, it seems the semester is moving by pretty quickly. Barely any time left before it ends, and all this starts again. On that note, I really should get started on some term papers!

My procrastination astounds me more and more every day. I will stop! I will stop! Right after I fill out this journal, have a meaningless argument on the internet, pick my nose, and stare at the wall for a while.

It's almost Hallowe'en. I never put enough planning into my costumes - or rather, I plan a shitload, but I never end up following through. Still fun, though.

Eoin Colfer wrote a sixth installment to the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy trilogy. I almost pooped my pants at the store. I will read it after I finish Fine Prey (! ! ! which is shipping, omg), and get my lazy butt to a library. I never have enough time to read these days, but hell, I'll make it.

Why do my journal entries always end up disjointed and pointless? Meh.