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a week into the regime, and it's falling apart.
friday night i didn't quite finish all my german, and i didn't prepare for the ERRTST. my excuse? i was tired. besides, i had sunday to do it.
then on sunday, after i got back from the calculus tutorial (my one productive act for the day) i finished a few algebra questions, but not all. i also didn't do my religion or physics readings, didn't start my lab, didn't study past participles.
and now, when i should take my between-class-break to read, i can't.

to my defense, i've never been able to use these breaks wisely. something in me says that working would contradict the idea of a "break."

i am (i think) between emotional seasons. it is winter is cupfuls, and summer in bowlfuls, and i'm-not-quite-sure-what the rest of the time. spring it is not, but i have a sense like spring is not far away. or maybe it's just that i liked being in spring so much that i want it back.
spring was nice.
but it must come back soon, right? it was artificially ended, not by my own internal clock, but by external events. it'll be back soon, i'm sure.

anyway...

the plant i've had since grade 2, which i grew out of a sprout, is in grave peril. i left the window open a little two long during the big freeze on friday, and now the side that was facing the window is dying.
i, ever hopeful in the power of life, as i am, wait to see if the brown leaves will somehow burst back into greenness. and if not, i'll have to cut em off once they start to dry out. the life of a houseplant is ever tragic.

calc midterm on wednesday.