Betty won't stop listening to modern rock.

Coming to the end of writing this slow and clean rough draft is like the end of a road trip you've been forced on. It's not the kind with people you love, good music, and the appreciation of good conversation and the world around you. It's the kind when you're ten, you fight with your brother, draw a line down the middle of the seat and he crosses it. It's the kind when you're thirteen and don't get along with your family. It's the last hour of that stupid trip, the end is so close and yet so far. You've traveled and made progress and you've crossed the Jersey state line, but you still have to make it to Grandma's.

I just can't wait until tonight when I go to bed. It will be the best sleep I've ever gotten.

The plan was good. The plan was really good. Write two pages a day and by the due date you'll have the amount needed. Until you have so much information that you've written two pages a day everyday and you still have half of your information to convey. Until you realize you're going to write three more pages than needed and you have to add five sources to your annotated bibliography and you have to do it all now. Usually not bad, not in the least. This is not usually though. This is every-page-takes-a-little-more-of-my-soul.

Wow, hindsight. In the future, I will scratch honors and take a service learning class. Then I could be camping out in front of Towers with my classmates protesting homeslessness, and serving in soup kitchens. WORD.

[Man. When Dan gets going on a mathematical proof, he just keeps on trucking. It usually begins with, "This is off topic, but I can't resist!" When Dan says that, we know we'll be "off topic" for a while. Not even current movies off-topic, but MATH off topic. What a fun Romanian math nerd.]