then i have 4 finals but those don't count as school days.
since the semester is almost over i have a few papers to write.
and by a few i mean 8.
i know, right?
**every time i say right you should be reading it as *riot* carry on.**
anyways. instead of writing papers i want to be reading. if you've seen my pins on pinterest in the last few days you'll know what i'm talking about. for those of you that don't, let me explain.
i'm majoring in public relations. awesome, right? it's a really fun major and i can't wait to get into it more but i don't know if i want it as a career... so i'm thinking maybe human resources? but then again i don't completely understand what pr or hr people do. so i want to read. i want to read until i can't see straight and figure out what they do.
but there's one problem. i love highlighting things. call it a guilty pleasure.
but there's one problem. i love highlighting things. call it a guilty pleasure.
but thanks to my love of highlighting things i have to have my own copy of the book. which really shouldn't be a problem but i'm poor. poorer than poor. [i wish i could think of a clever way to tell you exactly how poor i am but i've got nothing (pun intended)]
back to my woe-is-me. i want to buy all these books and read them. but i can't. not right now anyways.
so santa, if you're reading this, please just look at my pinterest and fill my stocking with books. maybe a few new yellow highlighters too.
k thanks.
and that's the sad story of why i'm writing papers instead of reading books.
i could really go for a burger right now...
and that's the sad story of why i'm writing papers instead of reading books.
i could really go for a burger right now...
douces
No comments:
Post a Comment
love letters