What is that mysterious ticking noise?

Harry Potter is my life right now. There are very few things in my life that could make me truly resent William, however my desire to read The Sorcerer's Stone has fully eclipsed any love I have for Hamlet, currently open in front of me. I am coming to resent my FYW seminar professor, who forces two acts of Shakespeare on me in two days. Radel, thats a little bit excessive. All I want is Harry. This desire is taking over my life at such an alarming rate that I dreamed about it last night. Yes my friends, I played Quidditch in my dream last night, culminating in an epic one handed catch, while hanging onto the broom by one leg. I now fully believe I was destined to be a keeper at the World Cup in my former lifetime. Too bad reality, the ever present downer, dragged me out of Hogwarts with the buzzing of my alarm. I was slightly disappointed all day.

I spent my last night in the overnight room at the library, and now here I am again. This place is becoming simultaneously the most familiar and most hated place on Furman's campus. To think when I visited Furman, I was walking on cloud nine after I left the library; I could not believe I was going to get to check out books from that place. Now, the rose colored glasses have been removed from my eyes, and it has become my constant companion. Shakespeare, Psychology, Religions....the laundry list of homework is ever recurring and never done. Beethoven plays in my ears, echoing my slightly turbulent mood. I hate studying.

Final update for the day. I sought revenge on my sister in a technologically advanced way (by that I mean, revising her facebook). Not only did I post heinously unattractive pictures of her, and THEN i wrote things like INTERESTS: knitting. cross stitching. planting flowers. I laughed for a good twenty five minutes, no joke. Shows the level of my maturity: I have a headache from the tears that poured down my face. What goes around comes around, I suppose.