Two finals finished, and a merry winter to me! Asian Lit “Samurai” class final wasn’t bad, but wasn’t great — I think I made up for a few fishy answers on the short answer part with a pretty good essay. I finished there around 2:30, which gave me two hours to review for my Italian final. Since it was around 50 with almost no wind — that’s unheard of for Kansas — I studied outside, and managed to pick up a few more specifics about l’imperativo that served me well during that final. It started at 4:30 and I walked out at 5:30, a pretty happy camper — though I have some doubts about whether my essay on “My ideal roommate” is going to make sense to anyone but me.
So, what do you do when you realize you have all the time in the world and no where important to be? You go to the library! Right? Right? Three new books: Chabon’s A Model World and other stories, and then two Peter Bart/Peter Guber books, Shoot Out and The Gross. And now I’m trying to decide whether to go see Ocean’s Twelve tonight or not. I’ve become apathetic suddenly about wanting to see it. Note to self: stop reading reviews before going to movies. I could see The Motorcycle Diaries, but that’s a lot of thinking for one day.
Wait! I’ve got it! Late movie!