Cookies. Cookies. Cookies. I want cookies.
My rationale?
If I'm eating, I'm not working.
I've opened a word document though.
Okay.
I'll go get cookies, and while I'm eating them, I'll... read the instructions for my assignments. That works.

Right. So we had a four-day weekend AND a new supply of books. The problem is that we also had work to do.
Result: Today is homework day. Luckily, there isn't too much stuff to do. An outline to write for psychology of adolescence, and a short critique for French. ... I'm hopeless with outlines. When I have to write a paper, I just write it. Outlines fall into the 'unnecessary' category, so they get pushed aside. The question right now is about how long it'll take me to start working.
The same is true of Charlotte.
We're betting that we'll start working in two hours.

Charlotte and I have just made a joint journal. In its profile, we explain why we created that account and describe who we are.
My ankles have stopped hurting, but my allergies are still bad. I'm bored. I want to sleep...

Yes, BLOODY ANKLES.
Pain, pain and pain.
I confess to being in class right now.
I'm not listening to a word that's being said.
It HURTS.
I tried moving my foot around incessantly.
I tried sitting on the goddamn ankle.
I tried listening attentively to the seminar lecture.
It all failed.
Charlotte is being evil and doodling more geometric figures in her notes.
It's spring. In other words, allergy time.
I have no antihystemines or acetaminophens.
Result: DEATH.
*Sigh*
I want to go home...

Good evening. Somehow, my twin sister managed to drag me out of my book--La saga des Romanov, a fascinating if not somewhat poorly written non-fiction history book--to join her here.
We get bored easily.
She ran out of books four days ago.
Hence my forced appearance on livejournal for the sake of lil_hanyou's entertainment.
-> NOTE TO C.A.: LEARN TO MANAGE YOUR BOOK SUPPLY.
Oh, and the title, subtitle and 'blurb' are not related to me in any way. It's just me having some slightly perverted fun with Shakespeare.