Just checked the movie listings and had a nerdgasm realizing that in 24 hours I can drive just down the street or no more than 30 minutes away and see C|oser, Sideways, The Motorcycle Diaries, Kinsey and Finding Neverland. I'm getting out of Marietta for three weeks, and it's going to be glorious.

I just have 6ish pages to write on Larry Kramer and Harvey Milk and I'm done. Having a little soiree at the Brewery this afternoon, watching a movie and having a much bigger soiree this evening, sleeping, packing, and getting the hell out of here. It's suddenly hit me that in the next day and a half I'll be seeing my parents and liddle brudder again, and sleeping in my own bed (which, bizarrely, is less comfortable than my dorm bed, but no matter), and petting a cat in my lap, and reading books at my leisure... I'm so ready for winter break.

The other side of break doesn't seem quite real (my last undergraduate semester, shh!). I'm only conceptualizing it as 'the fun semester with an independent study with Mabry,' and a class with most of my favorite professors, not remembering that I intentionally chose a class with most of my favorite professors because it would be the last time. I'm very aware of our plans to road trip around New England next summer and thinking about what show we should see in New York, not remembering that the trip is meant to celebrate something. The end of something. And the beginning of something new that isn't at all set in stone yet. Oh, but I don't want to think about it all yet.

All right, so, paper, yes. Want to get this done by noon. Want to be free of this semester entirely. My grades could be quite ugly, but I don't really care today.