Don't think that I've been neglecting you, lovely readers. I've actually just been piled under a mountain of readings, papers, midterms, assignments and chores. Hell, I don't even have time for my daily dose of Guitar Hero anymore. College is hard. But fret not, I assure you that while I'm hermit-ing myself in the library along with my fellow crusty-eyed stressed-out students, I'm definitely looking much cuter than they are. Like throwing strike-outs or buying lottery tickets, I believe that effective studying requires ritualistic rites. For example, I always need a hood tied under my chin if I'm going to buckle down. I throw in a couple of focus foxes to keep concentration and my thermos of coffee has to be placed on my left side. Why? I have no idea. Stress coping mechanisms? Shady signs of OCD? Perhaps, but all I know is that you should probably just bear with me for awhile--or at least until next Monday when my twelve pager on developmental communications in Singapore is turned in.
Also, I am incredibly amused by the Benjamin Franklin stress ball.