One down. Two to go.

And... in twenty-four hours, I'll be done.

And... Shakespeare wasn't too bad. Could've been so much worse. The level of my relief knows no precedent.

I've been trying to figure out what, exactly, I liked about last night's Roswell. It had such moments of lameness, and the Mi/L scenes weren't that good. VLV and So47 had more Mi/L-ness, and it wasn't enough to salvage the atrocity that was those eps.

It was a nice mix. I think it was that. It had M/M/L trying to figure stuff out. It had Max/Tess dealing with consequences. It had Kyle/Isabel as comic relief.

And there were such nice touches, too. Little things. I think my love for Roswell is based on all those little things, and this week, they were there in abundance. Valenti's paternal reaction to Tess coming home late, Alex's "shrine" on the playing field all forgotten and beat-up, the basketball scene with Mi/Max, Isabel's stonyness in the beginning of the ep - I don't love the show for it's stupid plotlines. I don't love it for some misguided romances. I love it for the characters, and the characters continue to show me why I love them. Is that why I'm so forgiving of the show's flaws?

Anyway. Time for lunch.

I love the Roswell fandom. Some of it, anyway. I've already had three offers from people to send me tapes of last night's ep. Things like that always make me want to cry.

Studying astronomy is proving to be extraordinarily difficult. I think I'm simply too tired. Every time I try to sit down to review, my mind shuts off. Such an odd feeling, a shut off mind.

I have to go to the library soon. Hopefully, the lack of distractions will help me focus.

Bah.

It doesn't help that two people in my immediate circle **coughcoughnadineanderica** are done with finals... and had the nerve to gloat about it.

Bastards.

So, I'd received an e-mail yesterday from my English professor (the crazy, Wilde-lovin', sex-obsessed one) saying that our "long papers" (long, in this class, meant five pages, and it was the only paper we had in the class - don't ask me how *that* works, in an English class) were graded and on his shelf. His office is in Wright, so I stopped by to pick it up on my way to the library - and, well, damn. Nothing like a little ego boost in the middle of finals hell to spur me on.

Here's what he wrote (next to the big glorious A): Thanks so much for writing such a splendid paper. You've made my day. Followed by, What a thorough revision! And, what good & beautiful writing!

This was my paper on "Two in the Campagna". I read it over, and discovered a) it really was pretty damn good, and b) my Shakespeare paper, in comparison, really does suck. Still, A's (and such glowing comments) are enough of a rarity for me that I'm pleased regardless. Probably more so than I should be.

Astronomy is done. I'm choosing not to comment on that one, other than to say I really messed up my studying priorities, but whatever. Almost done, almost done, almost done.

Almost done.

Gah.

I've suddenly stumbled into a strange, strange mood. Fatigue, stress, hysteria - all contributing forces, I'm sure. I shouldn't be listening to this song, for very sure; it always makes me sad, in the worst sort of way. Everything about it inspires longing, and I'm never sure what I'm longing for, and that's far, far worse.

I have so many thoughts in my head. Thoughts currently pushed to the far nether-regions so that the last remnants of my intellectual sanity can have their weak little day, but they're still there, lurking. Waiting. They're going to come out soon, I can tell, just like they did last year. I barely made it through those first weeks of summer with my sanity intact - and that was after only a year of this place. Much more has accumulated. And will continue to accumulate. By the the time I graduate, I'll probably be as crazy as Tara in last week's Buffy.

One final left to take, so I can't be thinking these things now. I'll be home in two days. It can start then, if it starts at all.

It will be interesting. My insanity always is. Pleasant, not so much, but interesting - most definitely.