Look what happened to me today:

That’s right.  Snow.  Eight inches, to be precise.  It’s April the dadgum 23rd, and we’re getting bloody snowstorms.  I’m more than a little irked, in case you couldn’t tell.  The highway into the city was pure ice and snow this morning, on account of the town snowplows probably being packed away for the summer, just like me and all my winter clothes—I boxed them up the day before yesterday.  Freaking Canada.

I need a vacation.  Something tropical and ocean-y sounds about right.  *Sigh.*  If only I was already done with tomorrow’s last final exam (that sounded a bit redundant), I could hop on a plane and be in the Bahamas right this minute.  Maybe someday.

In other news, this afternoon, I was studying Canadian history, which proved to be so incredibly dull that I couldn’t keep my eyes open, so I dozed off and guess what I dreamed?  I dreamed that Heath Ledger never really died, he only faked his death as a publicity stunt {somewhat channeling Joaquin Phoenix’s crazy new self, only more extreme}, in the hopes that he’d win an Academy Award for his performance in The Dark Knight, which he did.

I woke up and honestly couldn’t recall if Heath Ledger was actually dead or not.  Turns out he really is, but now I sort of want to fake my own death just to see what sort of nice things people might say about me once I’m not around to hear them.

Anyway, the point of this is that I’m really behind on my studying now.  Inasmuch as I got an A+ for my overall grade in American Literature (I don’t know the final percentage but the rubric for that class says that a 95%-100% constitutes an A+, so I’ll go ahead and take the 100%, thanks very much), I sort of have high standards now for my other two classes.

Which means I need to end this post and go study for another 10 hours.  Probably I won’t get to bed until morning.

Wish me luck.

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