finals week.

"Emily! How are you?! Your hair...it looks...different."

I wave. "Oh, hey! I'm doing great. And yeah...don't plan on me doing my hair for the next week. Sorry."

So here I sit on my couch. In my comfy jeans and souvenir sweatshirt from Salamanca, Spain. Haley's on the other couch in her sweats. We're the only ones home, with all the best intentions of studying. Yet, here I am doing, well, you know, and I believe that she's watching an episode of Lost. Stress has driven people to stranger things though, I'd like to think.

I had top ramen for lunch. She had spaghetti-o's.

I don't know if it gets much more college than that, honestly.

My survival action plan for finals includes listening to my She & Him Pandora station, staying up late, having my roommates change my facebook password, and yes, not doing my hair.

I'll see you guys on the other side.