So far this semester I have written an article for the college newspaper, attended a fiction reading and ate lots of nice food after that, read interesting chapters on non-human primates (and entertained the idea of owning a Capuchin monkey), abused a decent amount of substances, watched a lot of movies and braved the bitter cold. And I still don't know what to do about study abroad - I'm sort of vaguely entertaining the idea of London now, for no apparent reason.

Also, I HATE THE SOPHOMORE SLUMP. And I hate cliches.