I finally got my stupid essay done for Studies In Shakespeare and I must say that I'm rather pleased with the end result; much more so than I would have thought a week ago. Large parts of it still suck and are nebulous, but my conclusion is pretty sweet. And hopefully I'll get at least an 80 on it. *knocks on wood*

So I still have a fair bit to do but it's starting to seem more manageable tonight than it has in the past. I'm nearly done my critical review for creative writing, and it's progressing well; my TV show proposal is also nearing completion. My psych essay is still in a half-assed not even started form, but I have an outline to work from and I doubt it'll be much trouble. It's only five pages and at this point that should be a breeze.

So BritLit remains the only problem facotr at this point but I'm sure I'll get my shit together in time. Teh staff party for the newspaper is Wednesday night, and so that is also exciting. Benjamin is also taking me home to Elmvale on Thursday, and I'm alternately longing for the comfort of home but dreading it nonetheless, for reasons I won't go into right now.

I've been on the receiving end of a lot of compliments today, which always nice. And I've been doing tonnes of downloading, which is of course evil and will undoubtedly send me to Hell, but I seem to be on the well-paved path there anyway, so what does it matter?

No comment on the Oscars last night, excep that they were really long. and really boring. And a whole lot of not caring. Except people need to learn to wear bras again, or at least not wearing such awful dresses.

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