I wish I were J.K. Rowling. I really, really do.
I have no idea what I want for Christmas this year. I already got my ultimate request, My First Democratic Dream House® (Now with bonus Senate playset!). I want a bunch of archaeology books that I can read when I don't have to write horrible papers on them and angst about how I wish I were a famous childrens' author in Britain. I want the godawful Bleach and Naruto fillers to end, but that's up to the anime gods. I know I eventually want a new laptop that can burn DVDs and actually accomodate normal software updates. But it makes more sense to wait for graduation. I got a tattoo already, and green sneakers, and a Yale class ring, and a giant check for simply existing. And I absolutely do not need more clothing. I already own J. Crew.
On a completely unrelated note, Tripod is getting more and more difficult to deal with. I have trouble accessing it sometimes for no apparent reason. It's tempting to move to Blogger, or something like it but I want to keep the old entries accessible. Maybe I'll just post a link to the old site. It's running out of space anyway. Alternatively, I could just use LJ for everything...hehehe...when worlds collide.
I can't wait for this week to be over. Rainy weather, paper, presentation and all. And then Jenny comes. And then break, aka time to hole myself up and start my senior project, yep.
