I got an 87% and "good work!" on the paper that I started at 12:30 the night before it was due. HAAAA. I've got papers for Art History and Blacks in Film due next Thursday, so I'm going to actually get started on planning this weekend to avoid a similar but doubly sleep-depriving situation.

It's been a fast week. I had my first day of unenjoyable work, only because this lady-supervisor kept me at a station where there was nothing to do, thinking she was doing me a favor.
"Just keep wiping the counter so the dishroom doesn't take you."
"I like the dishroom..."

No big plans for the weekend. I just know that I'm going to have to have outlines for these papers by Sunday night or else I'll have to crush my hand in a vice.

Let's see... After weeks of telling myself to watch what I eat, I finally started acting on my fear of the Freshman400. By entering the circular dining hall from the right, I pass the vegetarian station first and fill half of my plate with salad. The first night I did it, someone pointed out that there was cheesecake for dessert. I got a small slice, finished it, and contemplated getting a second piece, not because I was hungry but because it's so delicious.
"Well, if you get another small piece, it'll be like eating one big piece."
I contemplated this logic for a minute or so and, despite my conclusion, went to get another piece.

Despite my initial defeat, I feel that I'm starting to gain self-control. Oh wait. I had three pieces of pizza for dinner tonight.

Dammit.