*headdesk*

I come up with phrases of utter ridiculousness:
"Bite the irony. Oh, bite the irony hardcore."
"Production, reception, interpretation."

Also, update on last night:
No, I did not convert a straight girl.
No, I did not get laid.
No, we did not actually get much studying done.
Yes, we made cheesy scrambled eggs for dinner.
Yes, I opened the wine without breaking another knife. (This is what happened last time. I invested in a new corkscrew.)
Yes, I drank about twice as much as the girls and still interpreted film. Coherently.
No, I do not have a hangover (for fuck's sake, we didn't even finish the bottle. The girls are lightweights!)

Stole a moment to talk to *maria last night. I was tipsy, ever so slightly. She was entertained.

I'm bored and I don't wanna study.

Okay. . .the obligatory List Of Doom

Things Standing Between Me & Going Home:
-Read 300+270 pages of Bazin
-Tea w/ Kate and pick up grammar hw
-Grammar 'til my brain falls out
-Read film synopses
-Deposit check
-See Amy, pay her back, figure out logistics of getting to airport
-Last grammar class
-SCARY film dissertation
-SCARY grammar exam
-Xmas shopping
-Phonetics review
-Write three-page breakdown script
-mildly frightening phonetics exam
-Last scriptwriting CM
-TERRIFYING scriptwriting exam--2 hours of writing on a given prompt in French.
-Eat all food remaining in fridge
-Defrost fridge
-Empty trash
-Do dishes
-Laundry
-Pack

21 tasks. 134.5 hours. That leaves six hours to complete each task, if I don't do anything not listed. Thankfully nothing other than the reading is going to take more than 4 hours. So I now have 42 free hours for food and sleep.
Goodbye, sanity. It's been fun.