I am nearing the end of my career as an undergrad and I don't know if I have ever been this stressed out in my life. I have a bunch of papers and projects due and it feels like they are multiplying every single day. One of my classes just changed our 2 quizzes that are coming up, into papers. I think that brings the grand total to 6 papers by the beginning of May. Yuck.
I had my orientation to become a Girl Scout leader on Thursday. I am actually really excited to get started. They haven't decided where they are going to put me (they have girls on waiting lists for troops). The good thing is that I won't have to worry about having enough hours for my service-learning. YEAY.
In less school-related news, I have fallen in love with Flight of the Conchords. You should go on YouTube and check them out.
I also was attacked by Chuck Norris. The cat, of course. And not really attacked either. I was playing with him and he kind of overshot and scratched the crap out of my hand. I have about 6 scratches and half of my arm is covered in Neosporin. He also caught the side of my head the other night. That scratch isn't nearly as bad though. He's a little punk, but I love him anyway.
I guess I should go to bed. Or spend a good half hour trying to figure out how to lay comfortably without rubbing all the Neosporin off my arm, then read War of the Worlds (ugh) and THEN go to bed. BAH!