SHUT THE FUCK UP.

I can't concentrate on picking apart Dickinson's diction when my suitemate is yowling tunelessly along to Van Morrisson's artificially bass-heavy "Brown-Eyed Girl."

And this shit is due in 2.5 hours. and I need 1.5 more pp. please God let me be brilliant.

::headphones::

TRIUMPH!!!

I am finished with my Dickinson paper! Yeee haaaaa!

and I'm pretty proud of myself, too. still got it. ;)

and now...

...to go visit the duplex in which I hope to secure a place for next year. Wish me luck--free laundry, furniture, a balcony, for under $400 a month? can't be real, huh?