Ok, Ok, it's time for an update.
Last weekend I went down to Vegas to visit my sister's family. The weekend was full of movie watching, strawberry ice cream, Fill-or-Bust and outlet shopping. It was perfect weather, right in the middle of the lull before the hot storm. It was such a nice break and well worth the 5-hour drive. C'etait parfait.
There are only 13 days left in the semester! Which means only 8 more m/w/f classes and only 5 more t/th classes. Part of me feels like the semester just started and part of me feels like I've lived my entire life in this semester. This semester is a different kind of end because so many things are going to be different after this semester. Certain roommates are graduating and moving on from BYU, I am leaving the Brittany after almost two years of large bedrooms with three closets, and I'm on the cusp of my senior year. I can't wait for this semester to be done so that I can stop thinking about Middlemarch, stop trying to immmerse myself in Elizabethan revenge, stop memorizing fFrench words and grammar and stop doing New Testament study guides. But I can wait at the same time. It's all a little reminiscent of senior year in high school. Things were inevitably changing, ultimately it was a good thing, and I knew that on a logical level somewhere beneath all my apprehension, but the looming knowledge that things would be different seemed to consume me. I think I feel a little more confident and excited than I did graduating from High school, but it's still something new. I just don't like change.
Anyway. I have to go to work . . .