Weekends here feel so slow. I'm sure this might change when my workload gets more intense and I become increasingly more involved with campus happenings, but for now, the weeks seem to crawl by. I remember being in high school, and even middle and elementary, and thinking TGIF when the weekend rolled around, but crying moments later because the weekend had already flown by. Maybe it's the fact that my weekend essentially starts after Music Theory on Wednesday, at 2:30. I don't know. Because on Thursday, I have Theatre, which is a crazy fun class. Then on Friday, I have German, which is early and little effort. I can essentially get all my homework out of the way before it's even officially the weekend [you know, Friday night]. I don't party, so it's not like I can go out. New London is, apparently, a rapist town, so I can't go out there, not to mention, I don't know where to go. Time moves slowly. I can go to chamber concerts in the middle of the day, and then sleep in the grass while friends work on their East Asian Art homework. I can walk down the hall and join a tea party where we listen to Beatles records and then watch Family Guy, then proceed to a neighbouring room and chat until 4:30 in the morning.

Will, I'm still waiting on that post you owe me.