Time Stands Still

14 minutes until my study break is over.
32 minutes until there's something decent to watch on TV.
2 hours and 1 minute until I should go to bed.
13 hours and 1 minute until I should wake up to study.
22.5 hours until I am writing my final exam.
25.5 hours until I am finished my final exam, and on summer vacation.
35.5 hours until I am in the car, on my way to Barrie.
40.5 hours until I am in Barrie.

That's pretty much all. Just a detailed itinerary of my life.

"Ticking off the seconds like the tick of a clock, I'll save them up for later when I'm too ticked to talk."

Penultimate Peril

Ladies and gentlemen, there are officially six days until I am finished second year university. I write a Developmental Psychology exam tomorrow morning, and a History of Africa (gag me) exam Tuesday night. Then, with a bit of rushed packing, I come back to Barrie for SUMMER VACATION.
Did some outdoor studying along the water on Sunday with a couple of friends. Unfortunately, you don't think to apply sunscreen in APRIL, so I got a sweet farmer's tan (burn!) - nice short-sleeves and scoop-neck.
Ventured down to the Market yesterday with my friend Ashley. Who else is enjoying this summer weather? It was so nice to get out of the house, after being cooped up studying.
Spending today indoors - I have a lot of studying to do in a very short time. I also have to decide which of my possessions are coming home with me - only those that are completely necessary. Unfortunately, I have more things that I DON'T wear than clothes that I actually do wear. I'm seeing a clothing exchange with the Bible study girls/a trip to Goodwill in my near future.
Anyway, no funny stories as of this moment, I've been too preoccupied with my books to have any life-altering experiences.
That's all!

PS. My title reminds me of a Gilmore Girls quote:
Robert: This is the ultimate stunt.
Finn: The penultimate!
Logan: That means next-to-last, Finn. This is the last one.
Finn: Oh. I thought it meant super-ultimate.

Spoiler-ed Rotten

I am the proud owner of a silver-blue, 2003 Hyundai Accent! It has a sunroof, a spoiler, a six-disc CD changer, very low kilometres (can you still say mileage???) and its MINE. Just thought you all oughtta know!

Subtle Lack of Interest

My usually organized self has just realized this:
Because of my dramatic loss of interest in History of Africa (the class, not the subject), I have become increasingly UN-organized.
It took me half an hour to track down my notes for that class, in four separate notebooks.
I am mysteriously missing notes from classes I KNOW I attended - and seem to have notes from classes I thought I skipped.
However, I may have entertained fantasies that I skipped, and was actually responsible.
On the upside, these notes are all verbatim from the textbook - thank goodness for professors who can't teach, and instead read the works of someone else.

In other news, I have two of six exams finished. I have four of six left. I am back in Barrie in sixteen days, and I am starting at day camp ONE MONTH from today.
That's pretty much it.

Green Light Go

On my way home from my LAST CLASS OF THE YEAR yesterday, just riding the bus, and listening to my iPod. I was about fifteen minutes from Fallowfield Station (which is 15 minutes from home), when we stopped at a bus stop to let a lady off. The bus was level with the snowbank, and the lady was getting off out of one of the back doors. These doors swing outwards (sort of, it's complicated to explain) very quickly.
So this lady waits for the bus to stop, and pushes on the doors, which don't open, even though the green-light-open light was lit. So rather than patiently waiting, or going to one of the other doors on the bus, she threw herself against them as hard as she could - at the same time that the bus driver opened the door using his bus-driver-magic powers. Needless to say, the doors fly open, she trips and stumbles off of the bus, landing in the snowbank and cursing as the bus drove away.
The bus driver hadn't turned his microphone off - we could hear him laughing all the way to Fallowfield.
I'm wondering if there's a potential lawsuit in the works.

PS. If you didn't catch my oh-so-subtle declaration, I am DONE MY SECOND YEAR OF UNIVERSITY (classes. not exams. yet.)