Alright, so here I am being a diligent student, finally studying for my history exam tomorrow. I've been so focused on the stupid quantum mechanics exam that I have on Friday that I've kind of put colonial latin america on the back burner...plus, that exam won't be so bad. Basically, I'll be looking over things tomorrow preparing myself to properly bullshit an essay about the Aztecs. I'm a good writer when it comes to formal essays, so I am basically just banking on that to get me by. And let's be honest: history? Just not that stressful of a subject. (not to mention I also have lots of homework due tomorrow)
My game plan is to get through my early classes, finish my assignment, and then head to Panera to study for a few hours before my exam. I will be drinking lots of black coffee, munching on some sort of muffin, and then hopefully passing my test. Then, it's back to even more studying...lovely. What a great way to spend a Wednesday. Next weekend cannot come soon enough, I swear, but at least being so busy makes this week fly by. All my weeks do because I have so much going on, but seriously, this week from hell is going lightning speed.
P.S. I bought a pair of skinny jeans yesterday!!!!! Let me just say that again so you can read it twice: I bought a pair of SKINNY jeans yesterday!!!!! You caught that, right? Skinny jeans? As in, not baggy or hiding my legs, but actually fitting them slimly from hip to ankle? They actually look good because they're a good length, bunching slightly at my ankle, a dark blue color, and fit my bubble butt. They're relatively high waisted, so no muffin top going on, and I don't have to worry when I bend over. Of course, I wear long shirts with them but still. And I can put on my brown riding boots, which is excellent. So I was pretty pumped about my random purchase yesterday and the single pair of jeans I tried on in the dressing room, thinking that there was no way in hell they'd fit. Also, all my clothes from when I was skinniest are about 5 pounds from fitting how I like them to. Sure, I can squeeze into them, but I don't like things to be so tight. I haven't stepped on the scale (don't plan to because the number will depress me no matter what), but I like to eyeball my weight. My mom will be proud...I'm even kind of proud.