it's the last chance to feel again

Hell of a weekend, really. It started with a lot of sun and time sitting on the beach, just taking it all in before I leave. The beach is officially my new favorite place to sit and vent. Camping with Justine and Co. was a lot of fun too. I did, however, remember why I'd only been camping once before: the outside is cold, the ground is hard, and, on occasion, people wake up with big, ugly spiders crawling on their pillow. I also ate four hot dogs and about seventy-five s'mores. I was so close to blowing chunks in the morning. Wings won again against the Blues; 4-0. They've been playing really well (by they, I really mean Osgood. He's been keeping the pucks out while the rest just kinda skate around for the first period and then decide to do work.) My favorite part of the game: "He's got two sticks! He can't do that! How does he do that?! He can't do that!" One of the Blues picked up a teammates stick off of the ice and the announcer went absolutely insane. I LOL-ed. A lot. But then the weather got shitty, my sleep habits are off again, and I'm getting pretty anxious and sad about leaving NMU. And tomorrow; ef my life. I have so much to do and I just don't want to. Finals are coming up and I really just want to sit around and read. I won't wake up until 2 at least, and then the loft has to come down at some point. Ef. Ef. Ef. I've never felt this lazy before. "Broken Strings" by James Morrison; sums up my life right now. Sad. Pathetic. True. Hope Dana keeps in mind that Karma is a bitch and she'll get hers. Love it.