A quiet night, a stack of books, a tuna melt on rye

Wow, not so much with the updating recently. I blame exams, and the fact that they give me nothing to talk about except coordination and organometallic chemistry. And really no one wants to know about that.

Yesterday a took a day long break (sort of) because it suddenly dawned on me that I only had 10 days left in England and I still hadn't seen Jane Austen's Cottage, which was one of the things I said I would do last summer. I spent two hours on the train to and from Winchester, then another half an hour or so to and from Chawton, in order to spend an hour in the house. It was worth it, as I have now fulfilled my mission. Next up London for a show (and possibly the Sherlock Holmes museum).

Study, study, study, Lunch,
Study, study, study, fic
Study, study, study, dinner
study, study, fic, bed.

I don't know how much more I can take, but exams aren't over until the 17th.

One final (The Gothic Novel) down, two to go. Wasn't too bad, although many of the questions didn't really have anything to do with the class, there were still three essays I could write. Like always I was about the first person to leave, oh well.

Paper number two - down. Now all that's left are the three finals, which start next Tuesday.

I'm greatly enjoying the buses with Harry Potter advertisements on them. So far I've seen Harry bus, Hermione bus, and Sirus bus, which begs the question "What happened to Ron bus?" Every time one goes by - which is every six minuets according to the bus guide - I just have to smile. Can't wait 'till monday.

I've finally finished my big end of term anthropology paper. No more being bored with it. No more feeling like I should be studying for the other finals, yet also feeling like I need to sludge through more nationalism stuff. I'm done! And its not even due until tomorrow at 5:00. Now I can go return all these nationalism books to the library, and then finish reading Northanger Abbey.