Bleh.

Senioritis.

It's a silly word, yes, but oh man, does it ever describe me right now. It's not that I don't care about classes anymore, it's just that... well... it's difficult for me to work up the gumption to write an essay for a class, you see, when the class is so close to over and I've already got my cap and gown and tickets to commencement. When I could so easily just... not do it, and still scrape by. When I have other things to do, and I don't particularly care about what I'm writing right now.

So... I think this will be a night when I push things to the last possible second, and then stay up late cramming together something sufficent. Is that so wrong?